It slipped out of my hands. I tried to catch it and bounced it up like a rubber ball 2 or 3 times. Then kaplunk right in the pooper.
I felt so sad. I felt like I had lost all my friends. They were all under water looking up at me all helpless.
I whimpered, "No, no." Then I took a deep breath and plunged my hand deep in the disgusting water.
I grabbed it firmly and yanked it out. Then I grabbed handfuls of toilet paper and dried it off pretty well.
With more than a little fear I punched in my home phone number. I could hear a ring and then my answering machine. "This is Barney and I'm not home right now." What a beautiful sound.
Then I called my favorite restaurant and ordered some cheese sticks to go.
I was happy that it still worked.
I haven't washed my hands yet. I think it's bad luck.
