Study Time Interruption

The college library stretched out before him, rows of academic books promising intellectual challenge. But first, Mitchell needed to be settled.

In the children's section, Mitchell sat surrounded by colorful picture books, his pampers already hinting at their potential for mess. "Stay here," his caretaker instructed, placing a vibrant picture book in front of him. "I'll be right back."

Mitchell's eyes focused on the book, his attention momentarily captured by bright illustrations. His caretaker walked away, heading toward the calculus and biology textbooks.

The silence of the library was suddenly broken. A loud, rumbling fart echoed through the children's section. Mitchell's face scrunched with concentration. Another push. Another fart. His pampers began to balloon out, filling with a substantial load.

Between the towering shelves of academic texts, Mitchell's caretaker searched. Calculus. Biology. Advanced texts that promised complex learning. The sound of Mitchell's messy adventure drifted through the library.

Returning to the children's section, the caretaker found Mitchell exactly as he'd left him—now with significantly fuller pampers. "Dance," he instructed, pulling Mitchell up.

Mitchell wobbled, his loaded pampers swaying with each step. The mess spread, warm and heavy. His caretaker pulled out a biology textbook, spreading it on the table. "Keep dancing," he muttered, beginning to study.

Mitchell continued his awkward dance, pampers sagging, illustration book forgotten. The library remained quiet, save for the occasional squish of Mitchell's movements and the turning of textbook pages.