It was the first day of the school week and Mouse’s birthday party was coming up soon. And this was not very nice, because on his birthday and for a present his mum bought him a potty. Now why would she do that, thought Mouse.
He asked his mum if he could sit in the toilet seat instead of his potty and the usual answer was “Of course NO! If you tried your small bottoms on any toilet seat, you would tip back and be flushed down the loo”.
Mouse was disappointed. All his friends at school would make fun of him. And soon Sasha
was coming for a sleepover at his birthday. Then Mouse gave a wicked grin and said to himself “I know, sometimes grown-ups use a pad to make their bottoms grow fat and then if I bought one and mummy saw it she might have said that my bottom has grown as fat as a potato!”.
So later Mouse ran up to his room secretly and fished out handfuls of money from his piggy
bank and zoomed up to some pad store.
“Excuse me young man, but pads are not meant for small children like YOU” came an angry
voice.
“But I’m only bringing it for my mum,” protested naughty Mouse. “My mum said that she
always wanted pads and she likes to have her bottoms fat” said Mouse.
“Oh very well then” said the shop keeper.
He went into a small door and soon he came back with a large size of pads.
“Oooh, they are enormously big!,” ahhed Mouse
“Too ugly..too big..too uncomfortable..too frilly….,”
“Yes, that’s better” said Mouse when the shop keeper held out the smallest size.
Mouse paid his money and got told off when he tried to escape with the pad. So he joyfully skipped back home and wore his peculiar pad and came up to mummy and said “Oh mummy, I say that my bottoms are big, that can I use the toilet instead of my frumpy potty?”
And all mum said was “Hummph”. And so Mousy kept on doing that until one day they were
walking down the street and suddenly a hairy chest jumped out in front of them.
“Hey, that lad has sure got a certain big amount of bottoms” he said and called out for the
news readers and rest of the news company. Mouse was in front of papers and the head title was called “FAT BOTTOM MOUSE”
Mouse had a sudden jerk and then he felt butterflies in his tummy. What was he supposed
to do now? Mouse wished that he hadn’t been on television and hadn’t bought pads. He was so busy thinking that he had forgotten to show his bottom to the news reader when…
An angry voice came beneath the crowd. “Hey, that boy has sure not got a certain amount, I recognize him. He came to my shop and bought the tiniest, teeniest size of pads” shouted a fiery man's voice.
“Whum..whum…I just bought it for a ….”
“Oh no, he didn’t“the news man who was holding the camera blushed.
People who was watching BBC wouldn’t want to see an argument when they were busy
showing the news.
“Oh deary me, Oh deary me” he said muttering.
Just then every body jumped because at this very moment a big loud noise was heard.
“Oh ne naw..ne naw” it said
It was the grand inspector in a police’s car. “Oh what has happened?,” he asked “Well Sir…Boy…Lad…oh whatever we call you. If you had clearly been wearing pads, it is strictly ruled, not to, so. I’m afraid that for this you’ll have to pay a packet of Dirhams”
The wretched mum and Mouse were slowly dragged away into the car…
“Oh do keep a drive on Sir..” said the grand inspector to the very confused driver.
“Oh, but Sir, the car won’t start” said the driver
“Rubbish, how come you managed to drive so easily here?”
But the clever mouse had managed to put a plastic bottle underneath the car.
“Oh deary me” said the driver. He started to look at the inspector. Mouse waited for a second and suddenly…jumped out of the car. He scrambled on the road and ran for dear life.
“Oh help, I’ve been kidnapped by kidnappers!” he screamed. Everybody came from their
hiding places and somebody yanked Mouse and hid him behind the barrel.
“Oh well done you,” said the voice “It’s been wonderful”
“You stopped them. Why?, ” questioned Mouse. “Why do you say good to stop them?”
“Because, actually that man isn’t an inspector, he is the Lord Mayor who is ruining the
country”
“But why should he ruin the country?” asked Mouse
“Because…ahem..we all don’t know, it’s a mystery” Mouse was all muddled up.
“Run..” said the voice. They all ran and mouse was keeping an eye in the distance that he
didn’t even see who was running along with him. They ran, and they ran, and they ran some more that they didn’t even look at the floor. When Mouse(and the other person) had ran for at least a mile they stopped and started to gasp. Mouse looked at the other Mouse. He surely looked like a man who was a worker because…
“We dig up treasure” said the man
“Oh, do you?” asked the Mouse.
“Oh yes, we dig from the very bottom of the sea bed”
“You must have been so worried of getting drowned” said the Mouse shockingly
“Whatever do you mean?” Asked the strange sort of man
Mouse took one step back and then another. Suddenly he fell into a big black pit. The man
was laughing so much he completely forgotten about what he was doing. Mouse managed to scramble back into the earth before he fell over again. He started to run again. He looked back at the man. All of a sudden a most explosive noise was heard “CRASH!!!”. Mouse stepped into an enormous potty.
“Oh help” he cried. Mouse looked at the potty. Surely the potty looked vaguely familiar.
Then Mouse realized whose potty it was. It was HIS!!! “Hmm..” sighed Mouse. How did this happen? Suddenly Mouse knew he was the worst Mouse. He had got everything in a muddle. Oh, what could he do now? Mouse wanted everything to be flushed down the drain. Certainly having to sit in the potty was far better of than what had happened. He simply wasn’t happy. He rushed all the way back to the car which wouldn’t work.
“Oh there he is, the brat” said the inspector
“If I try to get the car to move, will you not capture me?” said Mouse. Hmm, that was a hard thought.
“Oh, alright” said the inspector. It seemed rather alright to get the car moving than having the boy captured. So Mouse jerked the car and Brrrmmm….It shot out in full speed. Mouse’s mum jumped out of the car.
“Oh goodness me,” she said “how did you do that?”
Mouse smiled and smiled, but he didn’t give his secret away.
Mouse was disappointed. All his friends at school would make fun of him. And soon Sasha
was coming for a sleepover at his birthday. Then Mouse gave a wicked grin and said to himself “I know, sometimes grown-ups use a pad to make their bottoms grow fat and then if I bought one and mummy saw it she might have said that my bottom has grown as fat as a potato!”.
So later Mouse ran up to his room secretly and fished out handfuls of money from his piggy
bank and zoomed up to some pad store.
“Excuse me young man, but pads are not meant for small children like YOU” came an angry
voice.
always wanted pads and she likes to have her bottoms fat” said Mouse.
“Oh very well then” said the shop keeper.
He went into a small door and soon he came back with a large size of pads.
“Oooh, they are enormously big!,” ahhed Mouse
“Too ugly..too big..too uncomfortable..too frilly….,”
“Yes, that’s better” said Mouse when the shop keeper held out the smallest size.
Mouse paid his money and got told off when he tried to escape with the pad. So he joyfully skipped back home and wore his peculiar pad and came up to mummy and said “Oh mummy, I say that my bottoms are big, that can I use the toilet instead of my frumpy potty?”
And all mum said was “Hummph”. And so Mousy kept on doing that until one day they were
walking down the street and suddenly a hairy chest jumped out in front of them.
“Hey, that lad has sure got a certain big amount of bottoms” he said and called out for the
news readers and rest of the news company. Mouse was in front of papers and the head title was called “FAT BOTTOM MOUSE”
Mouse had a sudden jerk and then he felt butterflies in his tummy. What was he supposed
to do now? Mouse wished that he hadn’t been on television and hadn’t bought pads. He was so busy thinking that he had forgotten to show his bottom to the news reader when…
An angry voice came beneath the crowd. “Hey, that boy has sure not got a certain amount, I recognize him. He came to my shop and bought the tiniest, teeniest size of pads” shouted a fiery man's voice.
“Whum..whum…I just bought it for a ….”
“Oh no, he didn’t“the news man who was holding the camera blushed.
People who was watching BBC wouldn’t want to see an argument when they were busy
showing the news.
“Oh deary me, Oh deary me” he said muttering.
Just then every body jumped because at this very moment a big loud noise was heard.
“Oh ne naw..ne naw” it said
It was the grand inspector in a police’s car. “Oh what has happened?,” he asked “Well Sir…Boy…Lad…oh whatever we call you. If you had clearly been wearing pads, it is strictly ruled, not to, so. I’m afraid that for this you’ll have to pay a packet of Dirhams”
The wretched mum and Mouse were slowly dragged away into the car…
“Oh do keep a drive on Sir..” said the grand inspector to the very confused driver.
“Oh, but Sir, the car won’t start” said the driver
“Rubbish, how come you managed to drive so easily here?”
But the clever mouse had managed to put a plastic bottle underneath the car.
“Oh deary me” said the driver. He started to look at the inspector. Mouse waited for a second and suddenly…jumped out of the car. He scrambled on the road and ran for dear life.
“Oh help, I’ve been kidnapped by kidnappers!” he screamed. Everybody came from their
hiding places and somebody yanked Mouse and hid him behind the barrel.
“Oh well done you,” said the voice “It’s been wonderful”
“You stopped them. Why?, ” questioned Mouse. “Why do you say good to stop them?”
“Because, actually that man isn’t an inspector, he is the Lord Mayor who is ruining the
country”
“But why should he ruin the country?” asked Mouse
“Because…ahem..we all don’t know, it’s a mystery” Mouse was all muddled up.
“Run..” said the voice. They all ran and mouse was keeping an eye in the distance that he
didn’t even see who was running along with him. They ran, and they ran, and they ran some more that they didn’t even look at the floor. When Mouse(and the other person) had ran for at least a mile they stopped and started to gasp. Mouse looked at the other Mouse. He surely looked like a man who was a worker because…
“We dig up treasure” said the man
“Oh, do you?” asked the Mouse.
“Oh yes, we dig from the very bottom of the sea bed”
“You must have been so worried of getting drowned” said the Mouse shockingly
“Whatever do you mean?” Asked the strange sort of man
Mouse took one step back and then another. Suddenly he fell into a big black pit. The man
was laughing so much he completely forgotten about what he was doing. Mouse managed to scramble back into the earth before he fell over again. He started to run again. He looked back at the man. All of a sudden a most explosive noise was heard “CRASH!!!”. Mouse stepped into an enormous potty.
“Oh help” he cried. Mouse looked at the potty. Surely the potty looked vaguely familiar.
Then Mouse realized whose potty it was. It was HIS!!! “Hmm..” sighed Mouse. How did this happen? Suddenly Mouse knew he was the worst Mouse. He had got everything in a muddle. Oh, what could he do now? Mouse wanted everything to be flushed down the drain. Certainly having to sit in the potty was far better of than what had happened. He simply wasn’t happy. He rushed all the way back to the car which wouldn’t work.
“Oh there he is, the brat” said the inspector
“If I try to get the car to move, will you not capture me?” said Mouse. Hmm, that was a hard thought.
“Oh, alright” said the inspector. It seemed rather alright to get the car moving than having the boy captured. So Mouse jerked the car and Brrrmmm….It shot out in full speed. Mouse’s mum jumped out of the car.
“Oh goodness me,” she said “how did you do that?”
Mouse smiled and smiled, but he didn’t give his secret away.
The End
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