(This story must be prefaced with the fact that it was nothing short of a miracle to get my son to write anything in school at all. His poor teacher had to practically hypnotize him to get any kind of writing topics to emerge from his little brain. So yeah, this story’s about a giant turd, but hey, at least the kid wrote a story, right??!!)
Once upon a time, there was a giant turd that finally ran all around the town crashing into buildings and knocking them down and killing people. And the only way to make him die was to flush him down the toilet. And nobody knew how.
The mayor made a meeting at the church, and he called the army. But it did no good. He called the fire department. But it did no good either. The turd got angrier and angrier, and there was no way to stop him.
He was getting stronger and stronger and bigger and bigger, and someone asked if he would want a drink. He said yes, and then he went to a toilet and was flushed down the toilet. “Hooray!” everyone cheered with excitement. “Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!”
(I’m so proud of my shit-tale writing son….)