Sebastian grinned and said, “This silence is a mood.”
Jimmy whirled around and sprang for a broom.
Waving it about, he declared, “I’ll balance out the bloom.”
Sebastian winced, “It’s not a chore. You’ve misconstrued.”
Then dimmed the lights and waved his hands “It needs a tune.”
He grabbed a pillow and snapped its scent into the air.
Then dashed to fix the rest, intent on perfect flair.
Sebastian sighed, “You hear one word and stage a cartoon.”
With a yelp, he slipped, crashing backward through a crate.
“I nearly fixed the mood!” Jimmy cried, “I do believe!”
"That rug's thrown off the balance. Now I need a reprieve!"
Sebastian ducked down and stumbled clear of looming fate.
Jimmy stood up, then slipped again mid-scene.
“So there’s no way to set it? No way to have it laid?”
He climbed up and examined the wreck arrayed.
Sebastian laughed, “No mood left, now start to clean.”
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