Incarnation of Unfinished Book Reports (Critique 6)

Father had already thrown the paper at the girl before Mother knew what was going on. Tall, wide, and loud, Father followed the girl around the room with his waggling sausage finger and boisterous voice something about a book report and why haven't you and this isn't good enough and why and paper flies  hot from the warmth of the printer and hot from tears that won't stop coming like his words they drop heavily from his mouth like guttural growls of a bear about to pounce and the girl tries to hide. The chase moves around the house, bear charging toward gazelle and mother appears, standing frozen, watching it all, as tiny feet scramble trying to walk backwards, away from the hands, but suddenly there is no place left to walk and--

Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bumblebee around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening, Salvador Dali