I thought up several story concepts I never wrote down, except one. It involves myself wandering through the woods on a rainy night, wearing my cloak. Suddenly, I came to a large mansion. Wanting out of the rain, I knock on the door, where a butler greets me and kindly allows me entry. Inside, I meet the owner of the mansion, who grants me a room. As I get comfortable, I take my cloak off and hang it up. Then the butler barges in and sees my dirty diaper. Both of our pupils shrank in horror. I thought butlers were supposed to have manners.