(continued)
You smell the almost finished berry cobbler in the air.-
-"Mmm
 so good," you think aloud. "Hey shouldn't your bath water be full? You 
better not let the tub over flow, we do have limited water!" yelled your
 mom to you when she became aware of you from your thoughts you spoke 
aloud.
You scram to the bathroom and see the tub 
over-filled and pourring out lots of water. The water is making its way 
out of the bathroom and to the hallway that leads to the kitchen. You 
run to get a towel from the closet downstairs. Down stairs smells like 
saltyfish to you because of all the fish in the barrels being stored for
 later. Foolishly you forgot to turn off the water and run to the spill 
creeping its way down the hall. Soon the towel is filled to its capacity
 and won't soak up anymore liquid. Once again you forget to turn off the
 water and run down to the salty fish smelling basement for towels. You 
grab four towels form the shelf; a blue one, a green one, a beige one, 
and a white one. You drop all the towels on the spill but the water has 
accumulated so much that it carries the towels with it. You finally give
 up and begin to cry loudly; you throw a fitfull tantrum.
Your
 mother walks into the hall after finishing dinner and sees you crying 
alongside the wall of the hallway. "Oh my go-", your mother says while 
she quickly rolls up her pants and comes to pick you up out of the 
flooding waters. While you still sob from big watery swellen eyes, you 
plead "I tried to clean it up, I did, trust me mama."
Your
 mother looks at you forgivingly and alittle self-ashamed. "I know it's 
not your fault, I shouldn't have left you to turn on the bath by 
yourself, you are after all only a toddler," your mother said while put 
you down in kitchen. You feel cold, the end of your pants legs had 
gotten wet from the flooding waters and started to cling to your skin; 
you never did like the feeling of the wet end of your pants leg clinging
 to your skin.
Your older brother
 brings you a pair of dry pants to change from the older wet ones. Both 
your father and brother walk into the hallway, your father carrying the 
mop and your brother carrying two towels; a blue and a white towel.
To be continued...
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