Chapter 3: LB 3
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"croak.. croak.. croakk"
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No matter how old Mellow will be, he doubt that he'll ever enjoy the sound of the noisy toads every night through his window. But that being said, he was more annoyed with the black burnt spot underneath his precious pot. Even his hard sponge couldn't get it off. He let out a sigh and and glanced at the kitchen entrance. He smiled sheepishly.
"what if I use the toilet brush?", he chuckled to himself. Times like this, Mellow would think of any ridiculous thoughts that are either make sense or not at all to keep himself entertained. Although, using the toilet brush could be a good idea for brushing off the burnt spot from the pot.
"nah, I'm not that crazy for trying it...or am I?"
He left the pot inside the sink and spun the running tap off. He made his way to the bathroom and head straight towards the toilet brush next to the plumber near the toilet. "Wait, should i do it?", he asked himself playfully. Should he just go to the old woman and ask her? Maybe she'll know how to solve it.
He came up with a few weird ideas and decided to sat on the toilet seat to go through them one by one.
"Do I leave it in a bucket filled with salt water or something? Surely I can't use bleach, it'll lose it's colour or become straight up wreck". His brainstorming session had made him unable to notice the sound of raindrops from outside. He was in his own dreamworld.
Knock-knock, "Mellow, are you home deary?", said a familiar voice coming from outside. It made Mellow came to his senses. He frozed for a second. The sound of rain droplets from outside made him realised that it was raining.
Knock-knock, "Mellow?" the person called out once more. It sounded like the old woman from earlier. He leaped from the toilet seat and ran out to answer the door.
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"can you look after him for a few days while I'm gone?"
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