Nooooooo! Not a bath!!!!! The walking talking bathtub ran closer and closer, holding a scrubbing brush in its hand.
I shook my head, losing my thoughts. It was a cold evening, and I was sitting in the living room. I had just had a terrible thought that all the bathtubs in the world came alive, and washed everyone. Did I tell you that I hated baths when I was little? Hated them. Suddenly a shadow fell on me. I gasped. It was one of the walking talking bathtubs. It reached out with one deathly hand.
"Time for a bath!"
Phew! It was only my dad. To think I had thought he was a bathtub. He is completely the wrong shape and colour. "What did you say?" "Naima, the bath is running." Nooooo!! I thought. The bathtubs are real!!! "And you're not getting away this time." Yes I will! I thought. I immediately smashed through the wall, down the hall, knocked the bookshelf down and hid under mum and dad’s bed. OK, I didn't smash the wall down, but you get the idea. I scrambled under the bed. That was when I saw the furry body, the round ears, the slithery tail.
"Dad! There's a mouse under the bed!"
"There is!" Now the overwhelming shock of seeing a live (OK, I mean dead) mouse under the bed was too much.
This was worse than the walking talking bathtubs. I ran to my bedroom, crying. Dad came in. "Naima?"
"Yes?" I hoped that dad was going to say that it was a mouse made of candy and was completely harmless.
"Its not a mouse." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Its a rat." I started screaming like crazy. Then I realized the good point.