I lifted the seat lid and peeped inside.
“Do you really think you’re the main cheese here?” I asked, shaking my fist into the darkness.
“Yes.” The voice was calm, deep. “I was here before your Father was a tiny seed.”
“But you’re poo?” I’d meant that as a statement of fact. “How could you exist before Father? It isn’t possible.”
“I’m the Perfect and Mighty Poo. The Cycle of Life. The Alpha and Omega.”
I shrugged, and then flushed.
Someone knocked. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you occupied?”
“Nah.” I wiped my hands then reached for the door. “I’m done.”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 
Lovely tiny story
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Thank you, Tito!
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That is why I have stopped eating Corn on the cob, especially if it is a bit more chewy.
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Very wise, my friend. Very wise!
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Tony,
Your topics most often do get to the bottom of things.
Thanks,
Gary
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Ooh! I see what you did there! 😆😉
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Fantastic. What a wonderful mind. So, now it’s time to get your shit together and live
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😆😂🤣
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🙂
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I hope you had successfully dropped the kids off at the pool? 🤓
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Well, I tried, but… 😆
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😁
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😂
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😜
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Ah, the ol’ chicken or the egg; bound to come out at some time. The question, eternally lingering. Or olfactory lingering, whatever.
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I think you’ve said all that needs to be said on the matter really! 😆😜
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haha.. that was awesome & awkward.
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Hee hee! Thank you! 😆
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