6 The Day Terry Flushed Me Down the Toilet

The Day Terry Flushed Me Down theToilet

"Hey, Andy," said Terry, "do you want me to flush you down the toilet?" "No thanks," I said. "Are you sure?" "Pretty sure, yeah." "But haven't you always wondered what it would be like to be flushed down the toilet?" "No, not really," I said. "Go on," said Terry. "Just one little flush." "I can't," I said. "I'm busy." "Busy doing what?" said Terry. "Busy not being flushed down the toilet," I said. "Well, too bad," said Terry. "Because I'm going to do it anyway." "NO!!!" I shouted. But it was too late. The next thing I knew, Terry had picked me up, put me headfirst in the toilet, and pushed the flush button.

After a long, watery ride, I opened my eyes to find myself at the bottom of the ocean. I could tell it was the bottom of the ocean because there was water everywhere, a lot of sand, and a whole bunch of weird- looking fish.Oh yeah, and a sign that said:

I swam around looking for the exit until, in the distance, I saw a magnificent sandcastle rising up from the sea floor. It was decorated with seaweed, shells, sticks, bottle tops, and bits of broken glass, and on the front door there was a sign that said: FREE AIR.

I'd been holding my breath ever since I was flushed, so the idea of any air— free or not— was very tempting.

I swam through the door into an air lock, where there was no water— just air. Cool, fresh, free air! I took a deep breath. And another. And another. I was just about to take another when I heard a slithering noise behind me. I spun around to see a terrifying sea monster: (If you're like most of our readers, you'll know that