Well in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Bumkin, who were actually running the village dairy farm, it had been a very busy day for Mr.Bumkin, he had just mucked out the cattle sheds, which had been full all day due to the cows sheltering from the sun.
Normally he would hose himself down before returning to house for a bath, but on this day the outside water supply was being repaired. Filled with appologies to his wife due to the enormus pong, he headed for a soaking in the bath.
Well he soaked for twenty minutes, but even with bath oils, the pong was so strong he could hardly breath. Well he stepped out of the bath and dried himself. The he removed the bath plug emptying the smelly water.
Well the Gurgle Alarms sounded and the Plugolites were hurrying all over the place, as they moved their possesions to a safe place. It was at this point that their Stinkmania Alarm sounded a dreadful 'Glub glub' as the offending dirt and sludge from Mr.Bumkins body began to block the waste pipe, at the same time trapping the Plugolites in a pong filled enviroment, that was making them cough serverely.
One of the Plugolites suggested that they use the emergency Waggle Suction, a method of stamping their feet on the walls of the waste pipes, causing a vibration that sometimes releases the blockages. So they Waggled with force, as the pong grew greater and greater.
Mr.Bumkin could see what he had done, and resorted to using a plunger, much to the relief of all the exhuasted Plugolites.
Once, twice he used the plunger, then whoosh, all the Gurgle Alarms sounded in loud acclaim, while a cheer rose from the Plugolites as down the waste went the pong as well, oh what a relief.
Being a Plugolite on a farm is not a merry life indeed.
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