Whimsies by Grundy

Want

Findekano looked dubiously at the squalling bundle of blankets. The baby’s tiny face was scrunched up like Uncle Naro in the middle of an argument.

His parents were watching him expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to greet your brother?” Atto prompted him. “You’ve been waiting all year to see him.”

Findekano would really rather not. Turukano was loud, and did not sound pleased.

Yes, he had been excited at the idea of a baby brother once Tyelko made it sound so exciting. But he was fairly sure this wasn’t what he had wanted.

“Couldn’t I have a quieter one?” he asked.