This story was written for a Modern Myth contest I entered in. It did not win anything, but do not let that deter you from reading! I would appreciate reviews.
And if someone is reading this that is patiently waiting for me to update my actual stories that I should be devoutly dedicated to... I am truly sorry, but I have no time to write an entire chapter. This was written last year, but I just decided to post it under Mythology.
Have fun reading!
"Mater! Mater!" A young child calls as he runs towards a young woman. His mother scoops him up into her warm embrace and asks him what is wrong.
"I got a question, Mater. The thing that I use the potty on…" He begins, but is interrupted by the mother.
"You mean the toilet?" She says gently.
"Yeah! That! How does it work when the water swirls?" His voice is excited as if he cannot wait to find out the answer.
His mother laughs at his innocent question. "That is simple, Caecilius. You see Neptune, the God of the Sea, has a certain love for chariot racing. Not long ago he created his own version of the Circus Maximus far below the waves."
Caecilius frowned. "I'm still cornfused."
The woman laughs once again. "Confused, Caecilius. Not 'cornfused'. Be patient, I am not finished with the story yet.
"Now, Neptune loved his race track. It was the most beautiful structure ever built, he believed. For centuries he watched his underwater people race, but even the Gods get bored. One day he decided to try out the race track for himself.
"Neptune drove a chariot to rival the Emperor's, made of solid gold with sapphires glistening on the rim. There was none better for the Sea King." She paused and gazed upon her son, smiling at his look of wonder.
"What pulled his chariot?" The young boy asked.
"Horses of course, as any chariot would be."
Caecilius looked puzzled. "But horses can't breath underwater."
His mother leaned over and whispered in his ear as if it was an important secret. "Neptune wanted to make sure that he had only the best to pull his magnificent chariot, so he created his own special breed of horses; ones that could live for eternity beneath the waves."
The boy's eyes widened and his mother continued.
"And so, with his stunning chariot and brilliant horses, he took to the track. Ever since his first race on the sand, he has continued to run his horses."
"What does that have to do with the potty?" Caecilius asked in an impatient voice.
Chuckling, his mother replied to him. "It has everything to do with it. Neptune's chariot, though more beautiful than any other known to humans or Gods alike, is not indestructible. This is especially true if it is ridden ceaselessly.
"The only times Neptune brings his racing to a halt is when one of the wheels loosens and falls off his chariot."
"Oh no," Caecilius exclaimed. "Does he ever get hurt?!"
"No, child. He is a God, unable to be injured like we mortals." His mother said before continuing. "When the wheel falls off, his horses are unable to stop their galloping and continue to run. The result is that the chariot spins in a continuous circle and forming a maelstrom."
The boy looked perplexed once again. "Mater, what is a…a mailstrum."
"A maelstrom is a very powerful whirlpool…" Her son interrupted her answer with a cry of exclamation.
"Like the whirlpool in the potty!" Caecilius shouted.
The mother smiled down at her son. "Yes Caecilius, exactly like the whirlpool in the toilet, and know you know the answer to your question. Every time the toilet flushes Neptune's great chariot has lost a wheel."
Her son's eyes gleamed. "Thank you, Mater!" He got up from her lap and ran down a hallway.
His mother chuckled as she heard the toilet flush and a small voice yell out. "Neptune! Fix your chariot! Hurry!"
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I hope it amused a few of you. Review please. :)
Gratias!