| Report for Dave Bulmer | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Summary | Perfectly Exquisite |
When I was seven my best friend, Daniel, boasted the ability to tell you just by looking at a person the exact colouration of their poo. The girls in the upper juniors, for instance, produced yellow sloppy poo, and one boy's poo was described as being exactly like the underside of Daniel's tongue. One of the girls in our class provided proof that not all girls' poo was yellow, constantly inviting us as she did into the toilet to examine her poo, which if I remember correctly resembled rabbit droppings.
The popular assembly hymn in which all the infants wonderfully and as one sang "of kings..." at the end of the chorus, their voices trailing off as they realise there isn't another "of kings" there.