The Tempest

My experiment of eating a meal which closely resembled yesterday’s stool, sardines and chips, has returned surprising results. An utterly foul stench, not unlike poster paint, was released the very moment the sludge hit the inspection nest. This was followed by an almost instant separation into translucent rusty water and an auburn porridge. A second look revealed a fizzy topping which gave the impression that the whole emsemble had passed through some kind of savage jet engine. I thought the matter was complete, until a flush whisked up a vile tempest which failed to clear the oxidised fluid, leaving flecks of poo both on the bowl and in suspension.