Harry was sitting on the potter and having some trouble. So he wiggled his nose like he'd seen in an old tv show from the 70s called Bewitched, and then it worked. He got up, wiped and flushed. Then he sat down and tried it. Hmm, that would have been better the other way around, he thought. First wipe, then get up, then flush next time. This way he was sure he got everything before he stood up and squished in the missings. He watched the water swirl and everything went down. Then, it started coming back up. Help! yelled Harry. The potter is stopped! But no one came. He got out his magic plunger and started trying to push everything back down, but it wasn't working. He tried telling it some magic words but to no avail. Finally he got out some dynomite and blew up the whole potter room. He was standing there looking all black and smokey when the walls around him fell over like cardboard. People laughed and pointed in. Look! Look at Harry Potter! And that was how he got his name. But he didn't like all that ridicule, so he tossed everyone a magic stick o lit dynomite and that was the end.
