"ThERe is no place for snide remarks about your Jerry's piano playing, Mark", said Mum, "He's having to cope with hemi-demi-semi-quavers and a breve in that piece of music; it isn't an easy piece. You need to knuckle down to your English homework or else you might fail your exam. So what was the rheme in that last sentence I said?" "That I might fail my exam?", Mark said hopefully. "Yes. Now what's the rest of your English homework about?" "I've got to retell a familiar story in a new setting. I was planning on doing the story of the whore and the two spies. Where do I find that?" "Well firstly, that word is derogatory - use prostitute instead", Mum warned, "and you'll find it in the Bible, Joshua chapter 2". Mark was struggling to begin with - English was not a strong subject for him. He was having to grope around in the hidden parts of his mind for ideas! Then Mark got quite engrossed in his writing and his Mum was intrigued. She kept finding excuses to get close and read odd bits of Mark's story. "We're going to catch them. With one of them we'll generate loads of blood. We'll watch as he perishes and his blood turns to grume. With the other guy, we'll burke him". Mum was a bit distressed at the gory details but pleased that Mark was getting creative. Meanwhile, Jerry was stuck on his artwork. "What's up Jerry", asked Mum. "I've got to draw an interesting picture with straight lines - not even one curve is allowed", sighed Jerry. "Let me show you a few ideas", said Mum, sketching bits and bobs on a bit of scrap paper. Just then Dad came in. "What's kept you?", Mum was quick to ask, "It's not long before we have to leave to see the revue done by the local amateur dramatics society.
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