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I Smell Like Daffodils

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“I suppose you’re happy now.”

“You do smell better.”

“And the flea circus washed away, gone down the drain, to never be seen again.”

“A bit dramatic.”

“I spent days training them to flip mid-air. Charlie could land on his nose.”

“Never saw his performance. The stench overpowered me.”

“Now I smell like daffodils.”

“With a tinge of honey.”

“I don’t like it.”

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“You know…”

“What?”

“No, I’d better not say it.”

“Tell me!”

“Well, you could roll around in the dirt over there and wipe away your bath scent.”

“Good idea. I’ll be right back.”

“Now you smell like stale soil mixed with piss.”

“Yep, much better. Those fleas should be back in no time.”

For Part 1, see Take a Bath, Already!

© 2018, Michael Shawn Sommermeyer. All rights reserved.


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