Smort Smory: It's Good to be Smort!

A Normal School Morning

Smort Smory rose from slumber at precisely 7 am. He carefully picked up his Smort spectacles and stepped (yes, stepped) out of bed.
"Ah! Perfect day to be Smort", he announced with a perfect English Gentleman accent.

Smory was English, in fact. He was the most English Englishman. Even his fellow Brits were surprised by his Englishness. What a bizarre eight-year-old!

Smory's blond hair was parted from the middle (kinda like an E-Boy's but way Smorter) and covering his dinosaur green eyes were extremely Smort dinosaur glasses.

Smory put on his usual red and green knitted jumper and Smort shirt combo, along with his signature brown trousers. (Red and green? Isn't that a bit Christmassy to wear every day?, you may think. Well, yes and no. Some of you regular Non-Smorts may associate red and green with Christmas. That is right in your mind, but Smory just really likes red and green. Guess what? Smory doesn't even like Christmas. He is too Smort for that.)
He then went downstairs to prepare his breakfast.

Smory cooked his own breakfast of Rordan Gamsay (NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED H A H A) standard pancakes. I told you he was Smort! His little sister, Youry, however, did not cook. She was the complete opposite of Smory! Unlike her (superior) brother, she hated dinosaurs, loved school and most importantly, was not very Smort. You may have realised that Youry likes school, and thought: Wait, Smory doesn't like school? How surprising! Yes. Surprising indeed! We'll get onto this later.

Smort Smory was quietly eating his breakfast when he heard a loud growl.
"GRRRRRR!! I WANT PANCAKES NOW!" this strange monster shrieked. This horrifying sound pierced through the air like a chonky cat running (they run really fast). Smory narrowed his eyes. Youry. This demon cannot possibly be my sister. He thought to himself. Youry was coming toward him, her pigtails flying up into the air like angry thunderbolts. No, this is not a magical family. Youry just eats too much sugar.
Armed with a bottle of maple syrup, Smory was ready to defend his pancakes. He adjusted his glasses and puffed out his chest, a sly grin on his face. Youry gulped. This was about to get serious. But she didn't back down from the challenge.  She made a brave lunge for the plate of pancakes. Oh no! She missed, collapsing into a heap on the floor.

"Ugh..." groaned Youry hopelessly. 

 Seizing the opportunity, Smory tipped the entire bottle of maple syrup over her head. 

"Silly me!" he exclaimed, smiling innocently at the sticky mess of a girl lying on the kitchen floor. "Oh, it is time for school. Later, sister dearest,"

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