The Pooperrorist Inc.

By Reid Freud

Four heroes,
A smelly plan,
A noble cause,
And, many victims,
Liam, a thirteen-year-old boy, that has vague ideas, and some are derived from the TV. Though his mind
wanders, he cannot see injustice, not in any form, especially when his friend Jackson is starving for days
so when his sixteen-year-old sister gets bullied, with his three friends he makes a plan. A very poopy
smelly plan. Meet, the Pooperrorist – Liam, Caden, Oliver, and Mason – four young heroes that don't
wear cape-- um… diapers! If you seek revenge of any sort, contact them. They don't take money, or gold,
or credit, just meal vouchers, so that they can end child hunger, and have ice-creams.
Join The Pooperrorist, they drop bombs, that don't dig graves, but they smell and make huge mounds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reid Freud
• Release date: Dec 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393499251

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Chapter 1

For the Stormberry family, it seemed like a usual breakfast morning with the toast, milk, fruit, and cereals. But everyone gawked as if a ghost drifted into the room and asked for a cup of coffee and the mom actually poured that coffee. And it wasn’t the bizarre tablecloth or the charred food.  It was something they just heard on the television. Not one of the four members of the family broke their gaze from it.

Liam, the thirteen-year-old boy, kept trying to feed his cheek the toast as crumbs fell on the table cloth. His parents were too fixated on the news to correct him and his sister, Sophia, sixteen, could not find the proper placement of the butter dish. And the whole story was unfolding before them.

Well, you’ve seen it live, New Jersey. High school superintendents arrested for allegedly defecating on the rival school’s football field. The female news reporter’s head swiveled back and forth, and she sounded Liam’s mom with the same eagle stare too.

Defecating is a pretty word for dropping poop, if you guys were wondering, Dad commented.

Don’t be so explicit. They know, Mom said.

Liam looked at the chocolate hazelnut spread and pushed it away. No one said a word for some time then, Mom spread butter over the toast and said, I feel sorry for him.

The father looked up from the digital newsfeed on his iPad. "Don’t, he said. He probably did it to release his anger. Maybe he did it for revenge. This isn’t the first time, I hear. Before him, there was the Colorado Jogger!"

That’s why humans have words to express emotions, so we don’t go and do things like those high school superintendents, said Liam’s mother. Instead of bottling the anger inside and releasing it from the back.

Liam blinked, wondering if she caught her own pun.

Well, some people are not good at expressing emotions, so they find another channel to release it, father said.

Mom swirled a whirlpool in her mug.

"Well,