“Ah,” the plumber replied. “The high-volume artist. Okay. Don’t flush again. Don’t add soap. Soap makes the poop-snake angry. You need a toilet auger. But since it’s 2 AM, try this: boiling water. Slowly. From waist height. The thermal shock sometimes breaks the… sculpture.”
The floor became a Jackson Pollock of seasonal gourds and regret. dog poop clogged toilet
“Golden Retriever.”
Gus wagged his tail. He’d already forgotten the crime. But Mark knew the truth: Somewhere in the plumbing code of that apartment building, there was a legend. And every plumber who ever snaked that line would whisper the same question: “Was it pumpkin?” “Ah,” the plumber replied
“No,” Mark whispered. “Don’t you dare.” dog poop clogged toilet
Gus dared.