Borat woke up with a grin. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a tam o'shanter and a tie. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the study was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited nineteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend two hours playing fun games like Mother May I and chess. His dad was planning to make plenty of oyster on the half-shell and roast turkey for everyone. Borat would try to blow out all twenty-four candles on the navy blue and maroon cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Borat would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a protest sign! He hoped it would be a rough protest sign. His friend Eileen had said she would give him a pair of dice, and his mentor always gave him cool stuff like the iPod she gave him last year. Borat could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a rainbow was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his tam o'shanter. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the plateau. He would have to wear a gunny sack instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his tie.
He galumphed downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like elderberries. His dad was standing there with a basting brush in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a flutter.
"Hi Daddy!" Borat replied openly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the oyster on the half-shell," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra egg whites. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Borat replied fearfully. "Do we have the roast turkey ready?"
"I'm going to wait until five o'clock to start that," his father replied dolefully. "It only has to slow cook for forty-nine minutes."
"Okay," Borat replied thoughtfully. "I'm gonna go to the study."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some ravioli in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the study first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Borat responded, as he sat down to his ravioli. "Let's hang lots of tan balloons and cover the toilet and the safe with emerald green crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father lovingly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Louise O'Sullivan. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has an ice pick."
"Totally rad," Borat responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a smile. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."