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Poo In A Bookshop

by Ron R. Lacson

 

 

I went inside the mall in Kowloon Tong and visited a bookshop. While browsing some books on display, one young lady (a nanny) and two cute little girls (twins) marched to me.

 

The girls were about 4 or 5 years old. They’re Australians (I learned that later). One of them was carrying a small kiddie bag that scuffed along the floor. The nanny looked bewildered and was sweating profusely (although it’s air-conditioned inside).

 

“Excuse me Kuya (brother)” said the nanny. “We need a little help.”

“You’re catching your breath. Did you just run?” I asked.

“Ahh. yes. The twins and I have been trying to look for something."

 

So I turned to the twins; smiled.

 

“Hey, little princesses. Where do you want to go? What do you look for?” I asked.

“We need to poo. We need to poo. We need to poo,” answered the twin girls in unison. They blurted it out like a song from the music band ABBA. They weren't embarrassed.

 

So I told them “Ok, follow me.”

 

The nanny and the twins tailed me.

 

I looked around and found a signage ‘Female Toilet’ at about 10 meters from the shop. We went there.

 

“Alright, here we are. Go inside and your nanny will take care of you. I can’t go in there,” I told the twins.

“Why did you bring us here Kuya?” asked the nanny.

“Why are we here?” asked the twins in unison again. This time they sounded like the duet of Lady Gaga and Beyoncé.

“Well, a while ago you recited in chorus ‘we need to poo’. You want to poo, right?” I said.

“Nohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” said the twins (it was the longest ‘no’ I’ve heard ever in my entire life).

 

Then one of the twins brought out a small children book from her kiddie bag.

“We want to find this book!” She showed me the book title.

It says: ‘WINNIE THE POOH.’

 

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