Notes: For primeval100: challenge 285: Frustrated.
Lester managed to grab the doorframe as his foot slipped out from under him, steadying himself. Looking down to see what he’d trodden on, he swore. Messy little sods!
He saw the two culprits eyeing him warily from under the table and growled at them, making them shuffle further underneath. Connor hurried into the room, sighing when he saw the mess. It looked as though they’d upended their box of toys, scattering the contents across the floor. Again.
“I only left them for five minutes.” Connor glared at the two Diictodons. “You guys are in so much trouble!”