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“It’s not my fault he’s a sissified fool, mum!” insisted the boy clad in red shorts, his golden
eyes flaming whilst melting his crying brother in disapproval. The wimp was gripping their
mother’s beige linen dress tightly with spoofed and fake sobbing.
“Leon, how many times do I have to tell you not to hurt your brother?” She had crouched
down to face weeping eyes and caress reddish hair. “It’s alright, your brother’s going to get Sverre
back, isn’t that right Leon?” By Sverre she meant the toy figure that was left behind forgotten in the
river and by Leon she meant the non-crying twin.
The said twin promptly replied with an irritated groan and more inflamed eyes towards the
«S.O.B. » (acronym for Stupid Oaf Brother) “Stop crying you sissy, I’ll go get your idiotic General
back!”
“Leon, the swear-o-matron is detecting swearing nearby. I think it might get angry if you
keep at it!” the ironic tone of his mother was practically letting him know that he should choose his
tone wisely if he wanted to avoid bring grounded.
“Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll be right back.” Upon ending the conformed sentence he turned back
towards the main door of the living room before flashing a final intimidating glare against his
brother. “He’s toast.”
The fact that beyond two practically physical copies lain an intense contrast of
personalities was somewhat disturbing to those who didn't know them well. Leonard, the boy in red
trunks loved to boss people around, always trying to get the better of each situation and making fun
of others; while...
“It’s okay now, Brennan, your evil twin is going to get it back. Now do me a favour and
see if he doesn’t get in trouble, alright?”
...While Brennan was quite the opposite. He was sensitive, calm, shy and somewhat
generous - qualities that according to some of the old matrons of the neighbourhood made him
adorable; but that the kids who hanged around with him considered to make him a «coward» and a
«chicken». Such is children’s cruelty. Leonard, his sibling, on the other hand, simply saw him as
being special and odd in a good way, thought that still didn't prevent him from calling him a...
“Wuss. Are you happy now? You managed to make me walk all the way back to the river
again. Couldn’t you just wait for tomorrow or something?” Leon literally moaned from beneath his
kneeling pose amidst the glittery water. He had a tone of “this is such a drag” in his voice, and
probably in his face, but Brennan wouldn’t know that, seen as he was just staring at his brother
beneath his back.
“I’m sorry brother, it’s just it’ll probably be washed away by the stream if we don’t find it
today!” he justified.
“Why didn’t you just go look for it yourself, then? I kind of have stuff to do, y’know?”
“But brother, I need help!” exclaimed Brennan, insistent in having his precious toy back,
“Besides, you threw it down there in the first place, it’s only fair if you help me finding it!”
“Hmph. Just shut up and help me look then.” Laconically stated Leon.
Before Leon could realise, Brennan had jumped inside the river and hugged him as a way of
appreciation.
“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” his brother shoved him away with his left
arm, causing Brennan to fall in his buttocks on the bottom of the river. The water washed him all
the way up the neck in that pose. Past the neck his face denoted a sad look and expression.
“Come on; don’t look at me like that. I just don’t want to look like a loser. Now let’s keep
searching?” said Leon, grinning at Brennan’s face with pride.
Special. The pride of that crisp smile was about having a special brother. If having a twin
was not enough, one that looks the same as him but acts a completely different way from him, being
so kind and always willing to follow his brother’s plans was something very useful and good to
have. It’s as if they almost completed each other to form a single perfect human being with every
quality there is to have.
“Ow! I think I landed my butt on a rock after you pushed me, brother!” the puzzled look
in Brennan’s eyes was unrivalled. He stood up and looked at the sandy surface he had sat on. A
silver coloured unknown object was slightly buried in the sand.
“What have we got here?” Leon asked himself, immediately crouching to look at the
strange item.
“Wow, it’s shiny! Dig it, dig it!” an excited Brennan switched his puzzled gaze to a rather
curious vivid glare.
“Yeah, yeah, OK. Stop screaming in my ear, Bren.” Bren was his shortened name, Leon
usually called him that.
Leonard stretched his arm in the silvery object’s direction and swept the thin layer of sand
covering it with his right hand. His brother watched him from above his shoulder, failing to see
much, since Leon’s head was in the way.
That was when Leon finished cleaning the golden sediments of the silvery... toy?!
“You idiot, you were sitting on top of your dumb general all this time!” he complained
with annoyance, “Urgh. Quick, you had better take it and run away before I start having sudden
wishes to drown you!” threatened a very scary and angry looking Leonard. The way he harshly
placed Sverre in his brother’s palm practically signalled Bren to start running back home, signal
which Bren hurried to comply.
Leonard sat down and looked at the sparingly clouded azure sky shaking his head in
embarrassment for having such a weird brother. “What a prick.”