You have no idea how dirty it is inside the typist’s fanny pack where I ride. I think she stores dirt in there in case she needs to bury someone quickly.
So I got dirty. I needed a bath.
I inspected the sink. It’s almost as dirty as the inside of the fanny pack. The typist swears it’s clean, just “stained” and has a pattern. Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.
Maybe she was right; I got clean in the bubble bath.
I got to do the backstroke too.
When I got out of the bath, the typist helped me floof up my feathers. Ta da! I felt much better.
I think I like taking a bubble bath. I don’t even have to wear my lifevest in there.
Tags: adventure, bubble bath, dirt
Inigo Flufflebum and d'Artangan Rumblepurr 
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