Damon trotted into the kitchen. The floor has been cleared of any major debris. The splinters of the table were piled in a corner from Aaron pushing them with his feet.
He growled into his phone. “No. Call Animal Control, I said!”
Damon’s donkey ears turned to the phone as it spoke. He was amazed how clearly he could hear the phone’s artificial voice. A female voice awkwardly replied, “Hotel for Dogs is a 2009 film directed by-”
“Oh my God! Stop! I'll just look it up myself.”
“Playing Dancing with Myself by Billy Idol” the phone chipped.
“Gaaahh!” Aaron fell back sitting onto one of the chairs.
Damon couldn't help but laugh. His older brother was cursed when it came to technology. ( Well maybe cursed isn't the best word to use considering Damon's situation).
“He-he-he-he-haw.” Damon chuckled.
Aaron glanced up. “Oh, shut up.”
The donkey clopped his hooves on the ground. “You’re such shit at technology.” Damon grinned.
“Brendan, keep your mouth shut alright!” Aaron looked back at his phone.
The third brother hollered from the second floor. “I didn’t say shit!”
Aaron paused. The older brother looked through the doorway. The base of the stairs could barely be seen from where he was. He looked back at the donkey. “Did you just?”
Damon blinked. “Wait. Can you hear me?”
“Holy god!” Aaron rose to his feet. “You-you can talk too?”