Jack slowly closes his left eye as a string of bubbles drips down over it.
He is, at least, keeping his shame behind the door.
"Thanks," he says, accepts the clothes, and disappears again. The sounds of splashing resume. They're even joined by whistling, in brief spurts, after a while. Who knew bathing could be fun!
Once he's clean -- cleaner than he's felt in days -- he finds there's still a lot of bubbles left. On the floor, largely, but also in the tub. What's a curious boy to do?
Well, if you're Jack, you start throwing bubbles into the air and then seeing how many you can pop with bees before they float to the ground.
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He is, at least, keeping his shame behind the door.
"Thanks," he says, accepts the clothes, and disappears again. The sounds of splashing resume. They're even joined by whistling, in brief spurts, after a while. Who knew bathing could be fun!
Once he's clean -- cleaner than he's felt in days -- he finds there's still a lot of bubbles left. On the floor, largely, but also in the tub. What's a curious boy to do?
Well, if you're Jack, you start throwing bubbles into the air and then seeing how many you can pop with bees before they float to the ground.
(If he concentrates, the answer is: a lot!)