Chapter 6.11
Chapter 6.11 Poor Pencil
It was not long before Cointreau and Jeffery started to get wrinkles and all that jazz. Still, Cointreau had ways to keep the passion going between them.
‘Honey, I’m not working today…’ Jeffery muttered, adverting eye contact with his wife.
‘I don’t care. Put it on or I’ll poison one of our children.’
Cointreau sure did know how to blackmail her husband into wearing his medical career uniform, purely for her own pleasure. This was pretty much an everyday occurrence, much to the dismay of everyone else in the family.
Twix masked out his parents’ strange fetishes by focusing on the things he loved the most, which included making potions and, more recently, camp night-time gardening.
Since he was the only genius child (at this point of the legacy), his other siblings often turned to him for advice.
‘So, I’ve got a bit of a pain in my thigh, and I can’t find my pencil… Any thoughts?’
‘Twix, I think she has…’
‘Err, can’t say I can see anything wrong. Looks fine to me.’
Soon enough, it was Aero’s birthday and he was about to celebrate his glorious transition into young adult-hood; one stage closer to death effectively.
‘Perhaps I’ll gain a useful trait,’ Aero thought.
Unfortunately, this was not the case.
A few days later, the family threw a pool party for Hershey’s birthday. Here are two unnecessary half-naked shots of Aero and Twix relaxing on pool floats.
All in all this was a grand day since there was cake involved.
And Hershey was obviously excited about becoming a teenager since he would be allowed to tamper with more dangerous stuff on his workbench.
Despite receiving bushy eyebrows, Hershey did not look too shabby, although due to constantly peering at his reflection in the scrap metal he had collected over the years, he grew up to become a bit of a snob.
Sadly, Hershey’s thirteenth birthday was not a great experience for Yorkie. Somehow, a larger dog had gatecrashed the party and decided to steal Yorkie’s stuff.
Yorkie would have done something about it, but as the dog was more than double his size he decided it would be best not to try and be a hero. That, and he was certain the other dog had drunk one too many vodkas.
The months continued to fly by, and soon enough it was time for Aero to graduate from sixth form college.
He decided to drive his siblings to the town hall for his graduation ceremony. Cointreau and Jefferey insisted they would make they own way there purely based on the fact that Aero did not have an actual driver’s licence. 
Bounty was secretly a little bit jealous of her brother’s mortar board hat and hoped that the one she would wear on her graduation would look just as good on her.
By around nightfall, Aero finally managed to leave the graduation hall with his diploma despite he was hungry, exhausted and desperate for the toilet.
The following morning he started the fairly simple University entrance procedure, where upon he was informed he would have to increase his skills to gain the maximum amount of free credits for his chosen degree.
Poor Admiral the gnome was devastated about the prospect of the first of the children heading off to University because he knew this would mean Aero would get a taste for alcohol, thus jeopardizing Admiral’s steadily growing wine collection. This was a very sad time for him indeed.
