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
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