Wild West Toilette

Long time ago, young Frecklesfly grew up out in the Wild West. Whenever her family were in public places and one of us need to paid toilette a visit. Young Frecklesfly would go in big silver stall, latching the door, looking thur silt to make sure no one would try to open it. Then turn around, reaching up to the box on the wall, nabbing the toilette seat papercover and putting it on the seat. Next was to whump down on it and let go at content, when done with wiping and pulling up, she would flush and watch the whole thing went down alongside the papercover, leaving the toilette shiny clean.

One day, her parents told her that her family would be moving out to the East. When they finally arrived, young Frecklesfly's eyes open with wonder at the totally different environment. When they stopped for a meal, young Frecklesfly went into toilette and went into same process before sitting down, her hands reach out and stopped, puzzled. There was no box on the wall with the papercover to take out. She soon learned that almost none of public toilette in the East had them. Frecklesfly learnt to adjust and memory of ways in the West faded.

Few weeks ago, Frecklesfly went out to West once again to live for the summer, alas! How she had forgotten the sanitary of West and happily using it once again.



Silly thing to observe, eh? :)