BEYOND THE PLUGHOLE--THE BOY WITH THE STRAW by John Townsend Story 2

It is true, you cannot have everything your own way. But sometimes there are people who do believe they can. this was just so of the little boy who was very spoilt, he was the son of the Mayor, a pompus man who expected everything right away, and no doubt passed that attitude on to his son.

Well in that house, down among the waste pipes the family of Plugolites had become used to this boys loud whinging voice, and because he hated baths they were more than aware of his shouting and mischievious ways. So it was no surprise that one day when instructed to wash his hands by his mother he protested at the highest level. It was unfortunate for The Plugolites that his mother told him to stay in the bathroom until his hands were clean. Well he moaned and moaned, and just to annoying him one Plugolite manually operated the Gurgle Alarm repeatedly, everytime the boy gave out a moan. So it was, moan, gurgle, moan gurgle. This went on for several minutes, capturing the boys attention, as he wandered acroos to the hand basin to investigate the noise everytime he moaned.
He was annoyed because he felt the hand basin was making a fool of him, so he said to the hand basin, "Stop that right now or I will tell my father, and he is an important man."
This greatly amused The Plugolite down in the waste pipes, he responded by sounding the Gurgle Alarm several times in defiance of the boys remarks. Greatly annoyed the boy found a long drinking straw in his pocket, and smirked as he poked it down the hand basin plughole, and blew hard at the end sticking out. The force of the blast of air sent The Plugolite tumbling off balance, but quickly he restored himself and gave a loud blast on the Gurgle Alarm.
"Alright you big head basin," , the boy began to say, "if you want war then take this." Then the boy took a drink of water from a mug nearby and blasted it down the hand basin plughole. This set off the automatic system for the Gurgle Alarms, as well as knocking The Plugolite off his feet yet again.
It was then that The Plugolite thought of the perfect answer. Often things get washed down waste pipes that The Plugolites collect, there in a nearbay bend was a thin strip of soap. Well if The Plugolites have one gracious gift it is a powerful set of lungs. He stuffed the thin strip of soap into the end of the straw at his end, and then streached his mouth over the end of the straw. He could see the boys face peering through the plughole. He watched and waited, and then it happened, as soon as he saw the boy go to place his mouth over the end of the straw, The Plugolite took a large intake of air, maximising his huge lung capacity; then with a mighty blast he blew the soap up and out of the protuding straw, just as the irritating boy was taking in a gasp of air. Zap, straight into the boys mouth went the soap, straight into his throat. "AHG!" he shouted, running out of the bathroom calling for his mother. By now his mouth was begining to show signs of soapy froth around his lips as well as around his teeth as he called out, "Mummy, I have swallowed some soap, help!"
The Plugolite could hear all that was going on and smiled to himself, then to his surprise he heard a round of applause from behind, the rest of The Plugolites had been watching and were all cheering, "At last the brat has had a taste of his own medicine." they agreed,
Just another day in Plughole.