The Walruses

The tusks looked a bit like toothbrushes stuck in their mouths, but real walruses would not mind the likeness.

These adventures began with the usual “Mom! We want to take a bath!” It all happened on a hot sunny day when the boysteritos had decided to cool off in a tub.

The bath had become the Arctic sea yet again, this time – for real. The boys, exhausted by the heat, splashed joyously. Mom entered the bathroom, holding a large pot filled with hot water. She was holding the pot by the handles, wrapped in a towel. The pot was steaming!

“Get away!” commanded mom.

“No!” whined the kiddos.

“What do you mean – no?” mom carefully, without a hurry, poured the hot water into the tub.

“Weren’t you cold?” mom asked.

“No! We were just fine!” the boys replied, and, to make sure mom believes them, sprayed her with a rubber ducky.

“Please, don’t did it.” said mom, pulling the toy out. She could not help but notice that the cold water did feel really good and imagined how she will take a shower, as soon, as the boys are done bathing.

“But mom!” whined the boys again.

“How are we to play whales now?”

“Play walruses. They also like to be in cold water.”

Oh, mom, dear mom. Who pulled you by your tongue? Without any suspicions, mom stepped out of the bathroom, proud as a general on a parade, holding the rubber ducky like a trophy.

“We are walruses! The mighty giants of the Arctic! It would be good to lay down on an ice floe,” said Arthur, the older of the walruses, and waved his flippers. The sea animals turned their head from one side to the other, showing off their tusks. The tusks looked a bit like toothbrushes stuck in their mouths, but real walruses would not mind the likeness.

Whoever sits on the ice floe gets to be the most important walrus.

“Look! A suitable ice floe!” exclaimed the young walrus, Marat.

He smiled widely, and the toothbrush-tusks fell into the water, splashed and sailed away, without paying any attention to their owner’s distress. Marat hasn’t whined long enough about that, and one has to whine during moments like that! He jumped up and got out of the bathtub, making puddles on the floor. He grabbed the stepping stool from under the sink and carefully placed it into the bathtub. The newly made ice floe kept popping onto the water surface when Marat was trying to get on top of it. He barely made it but keeping the balance was hard; each time he made a wrong move, he needed to start from the beginning.

If you had ever watched a single show about walruses on TV, you must have an idea about their quarrelsome disposition. That was the case with these two as well. Whoever sits on the ice floe gets to be the most important walrus. Every self-respected walrus knows it. That is why nobody was about to give in at the walrus fight. Things that started would never be shown on any channel during children’s time.

Mom at that time had decided to have a lemonade and read some book. That is why she acted as if she had nothing to do with the walruses.

He decided to wrap his opponent all up like a mummy for revenge.

Marat, who lost both the tusks and the ice floe, in the moment of desperation reached for a roll of toilet paper. He decided to wrap his opponent all up like a mummy for revenge. But, the thin paper became gruel, which, it turns out, could be made into perfectly round balls.

“Aha!” yelled Marat and threw a freshly made “snowball” at the offender. A lump of wet paper flew right by Arthur’s nose and smashed on the wall with a slap. The splashes burst all over, and the lump got stuck to the wall. The walruses laughed, deafeningly. They forgot about the disagreement and rushed to the roll. The brothers with a roar of laughter started throwing snowballs across the bathroom. Lumps of wet paper flopped against the walls and continued to hang there, creating a wonderful celebratory atmosphere.

At this time, mom suspected that something was wrong. She dropped a book and rushed to the children. The watchful mother began to inspect the bathroom, trying to estimate the cleaning time. The first thing she detected was a puddle on the floor. She pulled a rag out, as fast and confident, as a rescuer, she fiddled with the calamity. Without a rush, she pulled the ice floe out of the water, shook it, and then… Mom saw the tiny pieces of toilet paper, floating in the water. That was it! The silent patience of the eternally sleep-deprived woman came to an end. The walruses suddenly turned back into ordinary boys, and, trying not to giggle, looked at mom, plaintively.

“What. Have. You. Done?!” mom asked.

Suddenly, a large snowball fell on mom’s head from the ceiling.

The brothers exchanged glances, silent. Suddenly, a large snowball fell on mom’s head from the ceiling. The boys exploded with laughter. They laughed so contagiously, that, no matter, how mad mom was, she, too, began to laugh, like a real walrus. When mom looked around, she discovered that the walls, the door, and even the mirror were shelled by the snow artillery. But, if you laughed, it is too late to scold!

“All done! Your bath time is over!” mom said.

I will not describe how mom cleaned the bathtub out of the toilet paper. How painfully long it took to fish out the rest of the paper out of the water to prevent pipe clogging. She has some memories to treasure now, perhaps even write a book about fun bathtub adventures.