The fourth attempt on Chuckie’s life took a new form. I had recently discovered things that smelled good: my mom’s deodorant, cough syrup, and Safeguard soap. I was a scientist. This was the time of Mr. Wizard. We were all scientists.
My theory was this: if something smells good, it must also taste good. I tried the safest good-smelling thing on myself. I mean, I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.
In the tub, I grabbed a bar of Safeguard soap and shoved it right into my mouth. A waxy sensation covered my tongue as the soap quickly made its way to the back of my mouth and I started gagging. All in all, not too bad. I was still alive and I decided that the smell of Safeguard soap was better than the taste.
I hired Chuckie as my assistant. For pay, he was permitted to follow me around.
After I convinced him to eat the deodorant, my Mom caught wind of our testing and the experiments came to a squealing stop as she dialed the number for Poison Control.
“My son ate a stick of deodorant.”
And he was still alive.
About Me
- Holly Christine
- Writer. Reader. Collector of sunny days. Dreamer. A little weird. Funny. Addicted to Skittles, LOST and Kindle One Clicks. Owner of a poorly trained, but cutest ever Pomeranian. Dream Job: Journey Air Band Member. Pittsburgher. Coffee. Lots of coffee.
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