Jocelyn had always envied those who won the silver platter at the annual village greyhound racing derby. Every year, for the past eleven years, she had entered a dog in the premiere race and not won a thing. This year it was going to be different. She had prepared for this race for more than two years.
An unfortunate thing, however, was that when her new greyhound puppy was born she named it Toilet. Some people have no idea if you ask me. It was a cruel name; even for a dog. But Toilet it was. Jocelyn insisted. How pathetic is that?
Fourteen dogs lined up at the start line, including Toilet. Off they went! Toilet was lagging behind the other thirteen.
“GO TOILET!” screamed Jocelyn.
All thirteen opposition stopped to do their business. Toilet raced ahead.
Jocelyn took the silver platter home. She changed her dog’s name to Victorius.