Swoosh

Hmmm...What's that smell?

A faint whiff, a skittish dachshund scampers up the stairs---seeking safety under the sheets.

The shuffle of tissues, a faint squeal...

Don't squeeze!

The sound and the odor would be unbearable. Yuk!

A harried trip to the bathroom.

Wrapped up like a mummy

There is no sound as the mummy is laid to rest in the final tomb.

Does it know it's circling the drain?

Can it drown? 

How long can it survive under water?

There's no way it can survive, is there?

A leg, then the distinct shape and speckled brown body appears as it finds its way out of the crevices...

Uh oh. Please Don't jump...don't fly--can it fly? 

As the tissue saturates, the bowl swirls, adrift one last moment,

Swoosh, one more gone, the odor lingers.