Nick awoke with the pressing urge to go to the bathroom. This was not so surprising, given the dank grays and blues that filled the room and the tinkling of rain upon the windowsill. So began the morning routine. The most depressing part of any weekday morning was the moment after he woke up and remembered that Ferra would already be at school. Disturbed did not even touch how he felt. He feared for his life at the thought of having to leave home and go to some unknown institution run by God knew what kinds of psychopaths. The backyard was dangerous enough!
What scared him more, however, was that Ferra had to experience this horror for five days in a row, every week. All those awful influences and corrupting examples; and he was nowhere to protect her. Then again, his motives might not have been so selfless, he had no one to ask his deep and probing questions to, other than his mother, who often responded even more curtly than did Ferra.
He contemplated this while perched upon his Little Tikes porcelain express. There was yet another thing which instilled fear into his brave little heart: the adult sized john. All attempts by his parents to place him upon it had resulted in bloodied noses. He had perfectly good reason to loathe the instrument of torture. God forbid that he should be sucked in! What a fine predicament THAT would present!
He could read the headlines now: “BRILLIANT FOUR YEAR OLD EATEN BY MONSTER TOILET!”
Were it not for him, his parents would have probably been locked up for neglect some time ago.
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