A Stinky Situation
“Get dem stinky trainers out of ‘ere, dey stinking up da house!”
“Yeah, but Mum, someone gonna steal them if I leave ’em on the porch”
“Me don’t care. Put dem in da washing machine den”
“Okay. Can you help me? I haven’t used it before”
“You seen me do it ‘nough times, wassa matter wit you?”
And with that, mother and son started the precarious job of getting poor Matty’s ponging trainers smelling of fresh Persil washing powder and summer dew fabric softener.
Sadly, it didn’t work. The odours simply mingled together producing a stench worse than before.
“Gimme dem, now!”
Poor Matty could only look on in horror as his Mother tossed his trainers up in the air for them to land on the cross wire.
“Der, now dey be fresh in a week. Job done”
And it was job done indeed. Matty now just had to figure out how he was going to get them down.
Maybe his Mother would help!
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Sunday Photo Fiction 1st June 2014