Stinky Creek (continued)
'No wait,' said Pong, 'we can't move out, it's our home.'
'But I want our creek the way it was,' complained Stench.
'Well, let's just make it reek again,' suggested Malodor.
'But what about our visitors?' Pong asked.
'Who cares!' said Malodor, 'bad smells, ugly stinks and that's us!'
'Yeah if they can't take our smells and our ugly creek, I don't want to be their friends anyhow!' exclaimed Stench.
So they used a net to clean up all the jasmine, roses and gardenias and threw more of the stinky slimes, dirty mud, slippery oil slicks and reeking rubbish into the creek. They had to disguise the powerful perfumes of musk and cologne, sweet scents of barley sugar, fairy floss and lollypops, aromatic aromas of cooking and baking with severe sewer smells. And they masked the beautiful bouquets of herbs and spices with dog droppings and cigarette butts.
They worked hard and then finally, they paused to take a big breath in.
'Ahhhh,' said Pong, 'that's more like it.' And he jumped in and smothered himself with all the pollution.
'Toxic fumes.' Stench collapsed to the ground in delight.
Malodor was too busy making up a new sign for their creek.
It read:
KEEP OUT
THE STINKIER AND EVEN SMELLIER CREEK!
The end.
