Why Rilla is screaming at the top of her outraged little lungs: because we heard her slam the bathroom door and run down the hall calling, “Bye, water! Bye, water!”
I sent Beanie to investigate posthaste. As she opened the door, we heard water gushing from the bathtub tap, full force.
Rilla, so pleased with herself for having set the poor water free, is furious that we have imprisoned it once more inside the bathroom wall.
Well, That and the Platinum Record
I was going to say “Sam” but that’ll do just fine
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