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He heard the familiar creak of the top step upstairs. The weight and pace of the footfalls on the stairs told him that it was John, and not Susan, who was coming downstairs first this morning. He scrambled up the basement stairs with his brother in close pursuit, waiting for John to appear from the front hall and open the door to the kitchen.
"Good morning, good morning," John stage-whispered to them, bending over to greet them. "How are you guys doing today? Did you have a good sleep?" They took turns winding through John's legs, nibbling at his hands and sleeves on their way past. The only variation of their morning routine was dependent upon whether John or Susan came down to greet them first. However, it made no real difference to them who came down first, for the outcome was always the same: after a friendly greeting, they would both tear back down the basement stairs and wait expectantly against the wall with the shelves for their breakfast to be served. John or Susan would come down after them, meet them at the shelf, and after some movements they could never quite make out, they would magically set down two bowls filled with food. After gulping down their breakfasts, they would tear back up the basement stairs and wait expectantly for John or Susan to come and open the door to let them outside. Their day continued as it always did from then on.
"Good morning, good morning," John stage-whispered to them, bending over to greet them. "How are you guys doing today? Did you have a good sleep?" They took turns winding through John's legs, nibbling at his hands and sleeves on their way past. The only variation of their morning routine was dependent upon whether John or Susan came down to greet them first. However, it made no real difference to them who came down first, for the outcome was always the same: after a friendly greeting, they would both tear back down the basement stairs and wait expectantly against the wall with the shelves for their breakfast to be served. John or Susan would come down after them, meet them at the shelf, and after some movements they could never quite make out, they would magically set down two bowls filled with food. After gulping down their breakfasts, they would tear back up the basement stairs and wait expectantly for John or Susan to come and open the door to let them outside. Their day continued as it always did from then on.