I was sitting there in a tiny bathroom. It had hot, stale air with an unbearable stink. Nonetheless, a threat that emanated form the direction of my nape was a twin, huge reptile; they equal in size and identity. The twin reptile had green spots exactly the same point on their light-gray bodies which contrasted not vey sharply with the concreate-wall plastering.

The fearsome noise from my back in the dark, single-bear-yellow-bulb-lid tiny room had increased its tempo and appeared to be of Gecko, a class of reptile, giant in size, capable of bitting with its great strength of jaw.

The only thing that came to my mind was that I just want to get my business over with, with great speed human can handle. I wanted to get up from squat position as fast but my very knees were not allow me to do so; I got cramp. I prayed to the lord Buddha and his teaching.

The very moment I realised the twin Gecko could come and get me form behind gived me the morale, enough to gather all my strength to stand against any obstrucion. My left leg stepped forward instantly as I stood but my right is not in the right place. It stood down below what I expect it to be; it was in the slimy wet little-brownish yet yellow feces I had just dumped. The twin Gecko both must surely laugh at me as it disappeared from the scene, however, it real intention was still not know. Come to think of it, what I have done wrong. The moral from this story is Never ever got cramp when you defecate.