Stinking substance stuck on the sole of my shoes had lit a fuse in me of intolerant compassion and somehow increased my olfactory senses seventy fold. I could tell when someone had not used a pooper scooper when their doggy left a load on the ground. My powers increased until I was able to use micro currents of wind to direct such smells into homes of offenders. People were begging for relief and soon realized only I had the answer. I made a fortune selling pooper scoopers and bought new shoes. I can now walk in the park without fear.
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Comments: 46
Great drabble!
That was really a funny drabble.
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I think I might live there.
Probably global warning is centered over my house. Not enough of it though to warm me up!