Patrick could not believe it. Could absolutely not bloody believe it. This was the embarrassment of all embarrassment in the universe placed on him. If anyone EVER found this out he would seriously consider hexing himself. That was low even for him. Bloody hell. This was hell to him. Was he going to protest? No. He was not going to because there was nothing worse than this. Nothing in the whole freaking world.

He literally sat in crap and was not enjoying it. If his sister ever found out....but without a single word to her he did what he was told being responsible and respectful like that. He would not explode thanks to what he promised to someone who was moping in misery.

Patrick sat in the dung and very disgustingly dug around for whatever he was suppose to just to continue on to part 2. He looked up and gave her a dirty look every now and then but continued with his work. He finally felt whatever it was he was trying to find after almost twenty minutes. "I believe I've found whatever it was," he told her, his hand still on the object.

God he was going to have to take 100 showers before he smelled fresh again.