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What would happen if you accidentally fell in the toilet...?
The machine makes such a cacophony that I know my sister hears it, and any minute now she’ll be pounding down the stairs irate with me.
“Emily! What did I tell you about touching my shrink ray? DON’T!” she screams.
I snicker. She won’t be able to find me at my miniature size, especially in my hiding spot. I can’t wait to get back at her for all the nasty pranks she always plays on me. She’ll be so freaked out when I pop out of the toothbrush dish- that is, whenever she decides to come in the bathroom.
It’s a challenge climbing up the bathroom counter, but I manage to get there just fine. Once I’m there, I immediately grow bored. She won’t be in here until she washes her hands before dinner, which means I’ll be here a while.
I might as well take advantage of being tiny while I can, I conclude. I gaze around the bathroom looking for trouble.
It seems to me that there is a perfect alignment of objects for an obstacle course: a cute mini obstacle course, and I absolutely must run through it while I can.
“On your marks,” I whisper to myself. “Get set; GO!”
I leap off the sink counter and land face first on a pile of washcloths. I struggle to untangle myself from the pile of cloths but it’s too late. I’ve already soiled my chance at record-breaking speeds, and I’ll have to try again.
I spin on my heel to leap back to the starting point, but slip and fall right off the toilet tank. My life seems to flash before my eyes, like a person who just jumped off a bridge, except I’ve fallen off a toilet at a much smaller ratio of size.
Instead of hitting the ground or even the toilet water, I hit the edge of the toilet seat. It hurts a lot, yeah, but it’s close enough from my falling spot that I don’t die. That’s a plus, right?
The impact of my fall knocks the wind right out of me, so I gasp for air and flop over to lie on my back. The only problem is that there’s no more toilet seat to lie on. Just the toilet bowl.
I should be afraid of drowning, but my first reaction is disgust. The toilet has no waste in it, of course, but the sheer thought of what’s been in it grosses me out far too much.
I swim to the surface of the water, spitting with hatred. There’s pretty much no way for me to get out on my own, so I’ll have to call for (cringe) my sister. I’ll be at her mercy, and hopefully she’s not so mad about the shrink ray that she’ll defecate on me.
“Sharon!” I cry. At my size, my voice probably sounds no greater than a squeak, but she knows I used the shrink ray so she should know that my voice isn’t as loud.
The bathroom door flies open and Sharon is there in an instant. “EM-IL-Y!” she yells. “See what happens when you mess around with my stuff? Look at you! Is this where you want to be?”
“No, I’m sorry, please fish me out,” I beg.
“Alright, but you’re in huge trouble. You’re going to owe me big time,” She says, reaching into the toilet bowl but stopping herself. “This isn’t very sanitary. Let me grab a paper towel or some toilet paper or something.”
She turns around to grab something to fish me out with, when the worst noise arises from the toilet. We just had an automatic flusher installed, so when it senses motion in a certain spot it automatically flushes for you. Sharon’s arm must have set it off when she reached for me, because the toilet makes a noise that signals it’s flushing. Sharon whips around and I can see the horror in her eyes.
I feel the pressure building in the bowl, the split second before the water and I are sucked down into the sewage. She dives toward the toilet and reaches in, no longer caring how sanitary it is. The spiraling motion has already begun, making it hard for her to grasp my tiny body through the ripples and bubbles.
She can’t grab me in time, and the vacuum sucks me down into the pipes. I try to hold my breath, but the pipes seem never ending. I never reach shallow water or air of any sort. The thrashing waters rage around me, and the accumulating rust and grime sting my eyes. So I close them, and eventually leave my conscious mind, never to return again.