Chapter Six: Revoluning

Pet awoke in a washing basin. Flabbergasted and admiring the tile work, he noticed that one of the taps was glaring at him.

"I can do this all day," bragged the tap.

Pet believed in monarchy, but this was going too far.

"You lookin' for trouble?" asked the other tap coincidentally.

Trouble climbed through the window. "I am here, finally!" he shouted and held up a photo frame triumphantly.

Discovering a channel, Pet climbed out of the washing basin.

"If you're not careful, you may slip on that there change," said the first tap politely.

"What change?" asked Pet desperately, and opened the medicine cupboard.

The change stared him in the face until it said, "Hello, I'm a revolution." It started to spin slightly on its metaphorical heels.

Looking, Trouble said, "Nice metaphorical heels."

"I'll thank you not to use such colloquialisms." shot the revolution.

In the meantime Pet constructed a small country.

"But can it talk?" spat the second tap, who was wearing an expensive bowler hat.

"No, but it can play the trombone better than any cartwheel ever made," said Pet knowingly and soaked in jam.

"Hey, that was my jam!" shrieked Trouble and pointed to his now-empty photo frame.

Pet pretended to hear him and said, "The apple falls approximately 1,168 meters from the tree."

"Well, that won't do," said the change and revoluned.

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