A
young woman and her offspring enter the store one evening. She is a
couple of years Fernando's junior and possesses a male child aged
three or four, certainly old enough to put together coherent
sentences. Said boy escapes his mother's grasp and heads up the aisle
which opens on a direct course towards the office and just comes on
in. The kid runs up next to Fernando's file cabinet, looks him square
in the eyes, and proudly announces, “I just farted!”
His
weaponized methane payload delivered, the boy gambols out of the
Dominion's office and rejoins his mother. Fernando thinks nothing of
it, then a short while later thinks everything of it.
Small
things like cats, dogs, and children do not seem like they should
have the physical capability to create such otherworldly stenches,
but they nevertheless issue violations of all that is good and just
in the world from their anuses.
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