I was sitting on the toilet pondering about teeth. The toilet room was my sanctuary. A fishy aroma drifted into the toilet room. Mum was probably cooking fish. I got off of my ass, and wiped it with the toilet paper. As I walked into the kitchen Mum was stirring the fishy. She looks up at me with a concerned look plastered to her face. "The Goat is coming for you today," she said in a very drab tone. "The what?" I asked.
"The goat. He's coming to collect your weekly poop savings." that concerned me. I hadn't pooped enough this week, and if he knew he would slaughter me.
"Mother. I need your poop," I replied. "No need to fret child, he is coming to teach to control your poop," she retorted. Just the thought of going to Poop School frightened the poop out of me.
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The Great Diarrhea
RandomThe journey of a young child who has learned of its ability to poop a lot. Along side its companions it must defeat the Soap Lord.
