The potty is more important, Goldy.

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Goldy had woken up early one morning. He yawned, wanting to go back to sleep, but he had to use the bathroom. The more he thought about it, the more it urged him more. He had to go, and he had to go badly. He slowly got his way outta bed, but then he stopped. He checked his clock, it read 5:43. He looked outside and saw how dark outside it was. Did he really want to go use the bathroom when he could just go back to bed? He thought about it, but he decided to go back to sleep.

10 minutes later, he woke up again, this time he really had to go. He looked outside, there was a trickler of sunlight. But he then thought about sleeping, and then he yawned again. He still felt tired. He probably shouldn't have stayed up so late, so surely the bathroom could wait. He then fell back to sleep.

20 minutes later, he jolted out of bed. That had done it, he couldn't ignore his need any more. He looked down at his mattress and saw no stains, so that meant he still had a chance. In fact, there was enough sunlight for the young bunny to attempt to make it! He opened the door, and yet somehow it remained pitch black. Goldy had no idea where to go, and if he didn't make it soon…

He took a few steps forward, and tried to find the lightswitch. Nope, nothing. What about over here? It wasn't there. And then he finally felt something on his pajama bottoms. He has started to wet himself. Panicking, he grabbed his crotch with both hands and just started running in some direction. He could actually sort of see.Somehow, he managed to find the bathroom, but by then, it was too late. As Goldy went to turn on the light, he leaked again, and again, and then he unwillingly let go. He stood in shock, as not only was he, almost 7 years old, wetting his pants, but the potty was only a mere 7 feet from where he was standing.

A puddle was starting to form on the floor, and then Goldy started to quietly cry. He would have begun crying even louder, but he heard a door creek open from beyond the hallway. Was it Mommy? He didn't know, nor did he want to know. He started looking around, hoping to find a towel, but as he started to move away from the puddle he had made a mere seconds ago, he heard a small but undoubtable voice.

“Gwoldy?”

It was his younger sister, Lavender

Part 2 coming soon!

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