turn and the T. rex is right there.
Her eyes were wide open, cloudy
white and darting around the room.
I knew she couldn’t see me, but her
nose was starting to crinkle—she
could sense that something was
wrong.
I panicked. I was mid-shit. All
you can do when you’re mid-shit is
finish shitting. My only option was
to finish as quietly and as slowly as
I could, so that’s what I decided to
do. Then: the softest plop of a little-
boy turd on the newspaper. Koko’s
head snapped toward the sound.
“Who’s there? Hallo? Hallo?!”
I froze. I held my breath and