Tommy felt the warm, stinky mess of dog poop cover him and Rupert. Slowing down to try to avoid the storm drain allowed Rupert’s poop to catch up with them. In shock, Tommy didn’t do anything, except listen to the stormwater carrying them through the dark storm lines and into the creek.
“Aaahhhh,” Tommy finally screamed. As if on cue, both he and Rupert tried to remove the poop by simultaneously shaking as hard as they could. Tommy kept his eyes closed to avoid any flying poop.
When he opened his eyes, he didn’t see much improvement but at least he could see. And what he saw wasn’t good. A big black rat stood on the shore just a yard ahead of them. It saw Rupert’s poop floating in the creek and was swimming towards it to eat it. Tommy couldn’t think of any reason why the rat wouldn’t try to eat them either.
He looked around at the floating debris in the creek. He grabbed a passing straw and tried to pole them to shore but the current moved too quickly. Then he saw a piece of broken glass. He pulled his jacket sleeve over his hands to avoid cuts and grabbed it.
“Ruff, ruff,” Rupert barked at the rat, as they drifted closer. Curious, the rat swam towards them. Tommy held his piece of glass, ready for a fight. He could see the rat’s black, beady eyes.
“Eeek, eeek, eeek,” the rat squealed as Tommy slashed the creature’s paws. In its defense, the rat pounded on the leaf, capsizing Tommy and Rupert. Somehow in the commotion, Tommy dropped his piece of glass as he struggled to get to the shore. He could see Rupert paddling in front of him.
“Aaahhh,” screamed Tommy, as he felt a paw try to grab him from behind. He turned around to face the rat, only to see huge teeth coming towards him. In a last effort to defend himself he punched the rat’s teeth.
“Eeek, eeek, eeek,” the rat squealed again, this time with its mouth wide open. Tommy closed his eyes waiting to be torn in half when he felt a rush of water. A giant wave pulled him and the rat apart. Tommy opened his eyes and saw the rat riding the giant wave.
“Well, we can’t have that can we?” said a loud voice behind him. Tommy looked behind him and saw the naiad. “Don’t just stare at me, I may be almost powerless now, but I can still control the water!”
“Uh, thanks!” replied Tommy.
“Ok then,” replied the naiad. “It’s probably time for you to go back home. But tell me, what are you going to do from now on?”
“I’ll pick up the poop!”