Children of Buschs Wolfgang Wren -- (Author) FritzRalph

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Author: FritzRalph
Timestamp: Jul 27, 2023 at 2:41 AM
Content: Chapter One

“Wolfgang, Wren, we’ll get you changed in just a couple minutes so hang in there.” Mom said as we approached our exit

“Sorry you guys have to deal with the smell,” I said, “I know it isn’t pleasant.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Wren said, “The whole car is smelly now.”

“Aw, kids, that’s okay. You can’t help it, and it can’t be fun being in dirty diapers. Tell you what, after we get you in fresh diapers and have lunch, we’ll goes you two some new plushies from Plushy Barn.” Mom said

“Really ?” Wren and I asked at the same time

“You guys deserve at least one each, probably two each.” Dad said, “You’ve both been so well behaved on this trip. People complimented us on how well behaved you guys were. Also, you managed to avoid being snotty to Lark and Lauren despite how nasty they were to you.”

“Why are Lark and Lauren so mean?” I asked , “If we acted the way they did you would’ve given us each a spanking, and a time out.”

“They called us diaper babies.” Wren said, “and Aunt Caren and Uncle Abe, said they were right. I mean we are diaper babies but…”

“No, you are not diaper babies, I am sorry that you had to hear that, but it isn’t true.” Mom said as we exited the interstate, “ To answer your question Wolfie, I don’t know why they’re so obnoxious, and you’re right you each would’ve gotten a spanking and time out if you acted the way those girls did, so don’t. Though, I don’t think we have to worry about that with you. You guys were never that badly behaved. They knocked over and broke a bunch of glasses because Uncle Jack and Aunt Cat couldn’t find their brand of iced tea.”

“We heard.” Wren said

“Both the girls and the glasses.” I said . My sister and I shuddered at the memory.

“You guys are in diapers, but you acted much more maturely than Lark and Lauren.” Dad said, “Lark and Lauren were very badly behaved.”

“They were bad. Sara and Justin, on the other hand, were nice to us,” Wren said referring to a couple of older cousins, “We watched baseball and played Mad Libs together. They wear diapers too.”

“It was nice to be inside and away from the crowd with them, and they hung out with us until the party ended .” I said , “I wonder if they have Busch’s too.”

“All right, angels let’s get you out of those nasty diapers.” Mom said, as we pulled into a parking space

My name is Wolfgang Anthonie Neri, I am eight years old and I live in Cat Harbor Maine with my twin sister Wren Victoria , my parents Pasquale and Ida and two Cats named Maverick and Icecat. Wren and I have to wear diapers because we have Busch’s Disease, which causes complete and incurable incontinence in those who suffer from it. Our parents have never blamed us for our incontinence, and as they are both from very wealthy New England families they provide a very comfortable living for us, some say they spoil us. They tell us before they leave for work that they love us, and every night they either read to us or tell us a story. Mom and dad are strict in some ways, in public we call them sir and ma’am, and if we badly misbehave we are given a time out or a spanking.

We all got out of the car , and our parents laid our changing blankets across our seats. Mom and dad got our diaper bags from the back of the SUV, and took out fresh diapers and wipes for each of us. Wren and I then laid back on the blankets and our parents proceeded to change our diapers. Mom changed me and Dad changed Wren, they were thorough and quick, though. I guess they’ve had a lot of practice. We were generally changed in the car because it was pretty difficult to find changing tables that would support our weight while we’re out, and our parents don’t like laying us on the floor. Mom patted my foot, signaling that I was all done. Our parents cleaned their hands with wipes, and threw the used diapers and wipes away. We then went to Wendy’s and ate, Wren and I had hamburger kids meals, with fries and soda and our parents each got a salad and water. While we waited for our food, we talked.

“What kind of plushies are you guys going to get?” Dad asked, “You can each get two.”

“I’ll probably get a shark and a wild cat of some sort.” I said

“Not a wolf?” Dad asked

“No, I have a good sized wolfpack.” I answered

“I’ll get a sea turtle and a wild cat.” Wren said

“Ooh, sea turtle, good choice.” Mom said, sea turtles were one of her favorite animals

After we ate, we threw away our trash, and set off for Cat Harbor, the Plushy Barn and home. Wren and I talked excitedly about our new plushies and had decided on a turtle and cat (Wren) and squirrel and cat (me) as backups. Wren then took out her notebook and we came up with ideas for ideas for plays starring the plushies. I turned to get Wren a new pen and saw a grey Honda Odyssey very close behind us, it had bern behind us in the highway way and when we went to Wendy’s. I pointed it out to Wren and we she nodded, remembering the van . Because , I guess, of our parents’ combined wealth Wren and I were almost abducted two years ago. This van was probably nothing to worry about, but as my twin and I brainstormed play ideas, I had a bad feeling that the van spelled trouble for us. I hoped I was wrong.

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Author: FritzRalph
Timestamp: Jul 31, 2023 at 1:19 AM
Content: Chapter Two

Arriving in Cat Harbor, Dad turned onto Harbor Boulevard, the main street of the town and then stopped at the light to get into the parking area in front of the Plushy Barn. According to the a banner on the front of the store Plushy Barn was running a “buy two get two free” sale, so, provided they had all plushies we wanted, Wren and I would each be getting four new plush pals. The light changed, allowing dad to turn and the grey Odyssey went around us, and cut in front of us, nearly taking off our front bumper. I hoped that this instance of reckless driving was the only reason I sensed trouble from the minivan. Dad parked in front of the store and we got out and walked into the store.

“They do have Busch’s, Wolfie.” Mom said as we looked over plush wild cats

“Justin & Sara?” I asked settling on a plush mountain lion

“Yes, hon, I’ll get their emails from Uncle Jack and Aunt Cat, I think writing to them will do all four of you some good .” Mom put the plushy in the cart

“How did you know that your cousins had Busch’s ?” Dad asked from where he and Wren were looking at sea creatures

“I don’t know, we just sensed we had something in common with them.” Wren said handing dad a green sea turtle

“Buschdar?” Dad asked

“Dunno, we were all wearing thick crinkly diapers, too so maybe that helped. Is this a good hammerhead, Wolfie?” Wren asked up a brown shark.

“Perfect .” I said, I held up a soft plush tiger “Do you like this tiger, Wren?”

“Love it.” She answered. I added the tiger to the cart, Wren added the sea turtle and hammerhead.

“I think it was more than just your diapers, guys, and I agree with your mom, emailing Justin and Sara will do you all some good.” Dad said looking at an owl

“Okay.” I said

“Sounds good.” Wren said

After picking out our remaining plushies, grey squirrel and orange tabby cat for me, black cat and brown turtle for Wren, we paid for our plushies and put them in the car. We went back into the store and browsed, just being in the store comforted me and my sister, and made us feel better. Wren and I made notes for our Christmas wish list, and we walked out into the cool Maine afternoon. After we arrived home, and unpacked the SUV, our diapers were checked, and we went up to our rooms. I unpacked all my clothes and the other things I took on the trip and put them away, then took off my shorts. Our parents wanted us to wear just shirts and diapers at home as it made checks and changes easier. I then took out my new plushies and sat on the bed, wearing a Boston Red Sox shirt and diaper, and thought about their names . I was sitting on my bed with my hammerhead, deciding to name him Guido, when there was a knock on the door. Wren entered wearing a Boston Celtics shirt and diaper, and holding her sea turtle, named Virginia, and her story notebook.

“I think we should do a detective story with Guido and Virginia.” Wren said, jotting ideas down

“Hammerhead and Leatherback, they’re cops.” I suggested

“How about private detectives?” Wren asked

“I like that better, I admit. Leatherback and Hammerhead, this fall on NBC.” I said

We both laughed, then set up the other characters. A crooked orca gang. Police allies of Guido and Virginia in the form of a seal, puffin, and a seagull, and a kelp bar as a hangout spot. I know I wet my diaper at last once, but what did it matter? We were home, safe, and happy, and either mom or dad would be by to check on us soon, and they would like to hear of our story, and we would probably each get a fresh diaper. Our cats came in and watched Guido and Virginia, they didn’t take a nap, so maybe our play was entertaining to them. Whatever, it was good to be home.