"James, keep those birds turning, you hear me?" Johnathon growled.<br/><br/>"If you don't like the way I am turning your bird, then get off your lay bum and cook your own food.. After all I did catch two of them not you. "James snarled back being wet and miserable.<br/><br/>"And I am the eldest and since there is no female to do the cooking, you will have to manage it somehow. It matters not who caught what, boy." Johnathon spoke in his superiority voice. Which the voice that James hated.<br/><br/>"It does when you catch more than I. Here turn your own bird." James tossed a hot bird at Jonathon who caught it instinctively and the results was a burned hand.<br/><br/>"YEOOOW! YOU ASININE FOOL! LOOK WHAT YOU DID.. YOU BURNED MY SHOOTING HAND..." Johnathon tossed the half done bird on his jacket then danced around waving his burned hand.<br/><br/>"You certainly look silly flapping your hand and dancing." James began laughing as he put his bird on the forked stick that was holding up the bird while it was cooking.<br/><br/>"WHY YOU INSOLENT PUP!" Johnathon roared as he lunged at James who was already rolling on the floor.