(I sort of feel the ending to this story could have been better and one of the random words has been seen before - but not chosen - but other than that enjoy! 6pm Saturday time vote closes!)

As I stumbled out of the room my first thought was to get as much fresh air as I possibly could, finally free of that pressure cooker that was Mr Gill's office. Retching loudly I felt my way to where my office was, conscious of loads of pairs of eyes on me, conscious of the laughter that hadn't died down yet. They paid attention to me not because of what I had just been through...but because I had said that I love farts.

Needless to say I didn't wanna talk to anyone but this day was never-ending.

I stared at my computer for ten minutes, not being able to concentrate on a single thing. The only thing that was running through my mind was my own words, my “admission” of loving farts. I had worked out so far that for some reason furs didn't even seem to realise what they were doing to me but this was the first time I had addressed it...in a way I really would rather have not done of course but I was terrified that it would lead to teasing and catcalling about my supposed fart loving. I wasn't sure I could take that; the only thing that was keeping me sane was that I got a raise and that at home I would be left alone.

“We need your help”

That voice shocked me out of my own thoughts, twirling my head round at the mouse that had just entered my office. He wasn't of this floor, that much I could tell but I wondered why he had come in to visit me.

Well, it wasn't going to be about what I said earlier at least!

“Walk with me, I'll explain on the way!”


“Is – is this urgent?” I asked as I tried to keep up with Gray but I suppose it was a silly question; the mouse was walking very quickly!

“In a sense! We want this to be over and done with as quickly as possible!”

“But what's going on?”

The mouse didn't answer this, instead speeding up his pace to catch the closing elevator doors. He needn't have bothered really; one of the two rats that were inside the elevator had seen our approach and opened the doors for us. This mouse's urgency was starting to rub off on me.

“Someone on our floor is hiding in the loft. A wolf like you.”

That urgency I was feeling is the only explanation I have for myself willingly walking into that elevator with three other furs. The farting began the instant the doors closed.

“I think he had a breakdown or something!” Gray said as I stared down at the trio of asses in horror. None of the farts lasted very long at all (a one second fart was maybe the longest that came from I think one of the rats) but it was continuous and there wasn't one moment where flatulence wasn't being released into that damned metal box. For the half minute that I was forced to endure that this fellow wolf's strange behaviour was practically forgotten as I wheezed and coughed loudly at the accumulating smell.

“We would just call in the police but at the same time it would be easier to solve this internally” Grey explained. I wasn't even facing him at the time, instead pushing my face against the mirror, seeing my own expression of anguish as I plugged my nose. It...sort of helped but stunned as I was by the sudden, fierce barrage the stench was already in my nose and I didn't like breathing through my mouth much more. I could...feel the gas in there! I could feel it entering my body and I hated it!

By the time we reached the top floor of the building those farts were beginning to annoy me more than they did disgust me. They just...kept on...coming...some of them so obnoxiously squeaky as well and - and the other three didn't seem to notice the smell at all and...were so damn nonchalant about it! I swear to god I was starting to see the fumes yet they just stared forward, thin tails of theirs raised and farting away. That was extraordinarily infuriating but when I immediately stormed out of that elevator to freedom the rat who had called on me in the first place took my actions to be thanks to the same urgency that he felt. After all the commotion was right outside that elevator!

It was a funny couple of minutes really, the range of emotions I went through with just a simple ride in an elevator. Confusion, then urgency, then horror followed by the disgust that I had felt more than once in just this morning. I was pissed off by the time I managed to get out but when two hazel eyes spotted me from inside the loft and when the wolf those eyes belonged to spoke to me my emotion turned to one of shock;

“Oh, brilliant! Someone else who wants to fart on me, JUST what I needed!”

A) Chart

B) Silo

C) Graffiti

D) Straw