Friday Morning, 8:56 a.m.....

Knock knock knock......

MOM: Steven?

STEVEN:(Rolls Over)

MOM: When are you going to get up? I've got something I need you to do.

STEVEN: Ughhh. (Sees that alarm clock will not go off for another 4 minutes.)

MOM: Are you afraid of mice?

STEVEN: (if you can't tell, doesn't talk before morning shower.)

MOM: A mouse fell into the commode sometime during the night. I need you to come tell me if you think it will flush. I almost died this morning when I found it, and have had to get ready around it. I almost got sick when I looked at it.

STEVEN: (Gets up, walks to bathroom to see *a dead mouse in toilet*)

MOM: Do you think it'll flush? If so, you do it. I can't even look at it.

STEVEN: (Closes lid—as a precaution—and flushes.....water doesn't go all the way.......dead mouse caught in pipes.)

MOM: Oh well, we'll take care of it tonight. Thanks. Just be sure to use the other bathroom until we can fix this one.


And so ended the adventures of Flushie: The Toilet Mouse.