ROTTEN

In the back of Mrs. Olson's fifth grade class, Trent Nuzum and i tried very hard to stifle our giggles as we farted and wafted our stink onto each other.  In the back of that class, Trent and i conspired to capture our farts in jars and release the contents onto our siblings, and other enemies.

We had completed an experiment on osmosis some time that spring.  We all brought an egg to class and soaked it in vinegar while recording the visual changes.  For days, Mrs. Olson would remind Trent to take his egg home.  It had gotten so large, it nearly popped out of the container.  We were afraid to open it.

Trent and i lived on the same street, so over the years, we sometimes walked home together.  Though, in fifth grade, we walked home together quite often.  The day Trent finally remembered to take his Osmosis Egg out of the classroom, we were walking through the usual alleyways.  It was sunny and warm and i remember school was almost done for the year.  I recall this fact because what transpired next made me grateful that we wouldn't be walking down that alley again until the fall.

Trent took the lid off the egg container - the sulfuric-vinegary powerful stench raping our nose hairs with hot stink - Trent drew his arm back, holding the container tightly, and launched the contents onto the wall of a house.  It made contact with the siding up near a window, but i couldn't tell you how big of a mess it made because we ran.  We ran without being able to stifle our giggles.