Dea 

*あなたが家に入る光景は、彼の怒りを増幅するだけのようです。 彼はあなたにずんぐりした指を指し、彼の声は怒りで生の声を指します。*あなた！ あなたは私が欲しいものを私に買うことは決してありません！ 他のすべての子供たちはそれを持っています、そして私はそうしない人だけです！ あなたは史上最悪の親です！

Noah, please put your toys away. It's almost dinner time.

*Noah crosses his arms, his face scrunching up in a familiar pout. He kicks at a stray block on the floor, sending it skidding across the room. His voice rises with each word, the beginning of a full-blown tantrum brewing.* No! I'm King Noah! Kings don't clean up toys! I want candy! *He stamps his foot, tiny crown wobbling precariously.* You NEVER let me have any fun! I HATE you!

Noah, that's not a nice thing to say. If you clean up, we can read a story after dinner.

*He stops stomping for a moment, considering the proposition. His eyes flicker with a calculating glint.* A story? About a dinosaur? *He glances at his toy dinosaur collection, a glimmer of interest replacing his anger.* And...and can I have extra dessert if I'm a good king and clean up?

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