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Hugo and the Brave Little Potty

Hugo had a shiny new potty. It waited by the bathroom wall. Hugo peeked at it. Then he peeked away.
The potty gave a tiny PING. —Hello, Hugo! I am the Brave Little Potty. I have waited my whole life for a hero like you.

Hugo blinked. A hero? He touched his chest. —Me?
—Yes, you! First, we practice sitting.
Hugo sat. The potty counted: —Three, two, one!
Nothing happened. Not one plop. —My pee is hiding, Hugo said.
They did a silly victory dance anyway. WIGGLE, WIGGLE, hooray!

Later, Hugo tried again. He sat tall. He counted with the potty. —Three, two, one!
A little toot went POOT. Hugo jumped, then giggled. —Was that a trumpet?
—A tiny one!
Still no pee. They danced again. Every try got a cheer and two happy stomps.

That afternoon, Hugo hurried toward the potty. But SPLASH—a puddle landed on the floor. Hugo froze. His smile slipped.
The potty spoke softly: —Heroes try again.
Hugo took a breath. He helped wipe the puddle. Then he shrugged. —Next time, legs, please hurry!
The potty giggled.

The next morning, Hugo felt a wiggle inside. He stopped playing. He listened.
—Potty, I think it is time!
He hurried over and sat. Together they counted slowly. —Three, two, one...
Hugo waited. His toes curled. His hands held still. Then came a brave little PLOP.

The potty cheered: —Hugo did it! Hip, hip, hooray!
Hugo laughed so hard that his victory dance became a wobbly spin. He nearly danced past the bathroom door. —Again! But slower!
They stomped twice, clapped three times, and whispered one proud little hooray together.

That night, Hugo placed his teddy bear beside the potty. —Do not worry. We practice first, he said.
Hugo showed Teddy the sitting drill. They counted, danced, and cheered. Nothing happened, of course. Teddy was stuffed.
Hugo hugged him close. —Heroes try again tomorrow.
The potty gave one PING.






