In the Land of Looxembourg, Fecal Matters were adjudicated by the Duke of Dookie.
He did not come to sit on his throne by noble birthright alone. He had studied Excremental Existentialism at Poopoo University - where the official Pootball Team Cheer was “Squeeze another touchdown out for Old Poo U!” - receiving his Dooktorate in Defecation for proving that shit, in fact, exists. De Facto Defecatio.
Now he was faced with a difficult case. A Stool Pigeon had caught the Vice-Chancellor adulterating his turds with Undigested Corn, a felony.
The Duke did his duty. “I sentence you to die...arrhea!”
[My entry for Weekly Challenge #41 at the 100 Word Stories Podcast, for which the topic is Fecal Matter. Right up my alley, some might say...and a most appropriate (hah!) selection for my 2000th published post.]
He did not come to sit on his throne by noble birthright alone. He had studied Excremental Existentialism at Poopoo University - where the official Pootball Team Cheer was “Squeeze another touchdown out for Old Poo U!” - receiving his Dooktorate in Defecation for proving that shit, in fact, exists. De Facto Defecatio.
Now he was faced with a difficult case. A Stool Pigeon had caught the Vice-Chancellor adulterating his turds with Undigested Corn, a felony.
The Duke did his duty. “I sentence you to die...arrhea!”
[My entry for Weekly Challenge #41 at the 100 Word Stories Podcast, for which the topic is Fecal Matter. Right up my alley, some might say...and a most appropriate (hah!) selection for my 2000th published post.]
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