It was bath-time for Gotti. Gotti loved bath-time.
As his mother began to fill the tub, Gotti grabbed his toys and threw
them into a pale. Into the bucket went his zoo of plastic
animals, a toy boat, and many regiments of plastic toy soldiers,
cowboys and Indians. With the pail in one hand and a tiny toy
inflatable raft in the other, the little boy ran naked to the
tub. He slid in. His mother shut off the water and
Now was the time Gotti had waited for. He poured the bucket
of toys into the small inflatable raft. He arranged the toys
and spoke, “I am your God,” said Gotti in a loud
voice. “Worship me!”
The toys did nothing, they just sat there. Angered Gotti
yelled, “I am your God, worship me!”
Still the toys did nothing. “Worship me or you will
perish, he screamed!”
The toys did nothing.
Gotti grew angrier.
At last, in a huff, Gotti put a few of his favorite toys into the small
boat and began rocking back and forth in the tub, creating a large wave
which shook and tossed the raft about. Waves began to pour
into the raft. Only the toys in the tiny boat were
safe. In a final act of wrath, Gotti grabbed the raft with
both hands and plunged it beneath the water, into the depths of the
tub. The small boat of his favorite toys floated as the rest
sank. Gotti laughed with the sound of wicked joy,
“Bwahahahahaha!” he said.
His mother came and said, “Gotti, I think you've been in
there long enough. It's time to dry off.”
She handed him a rainbow towel.
With the rainbow towel in one hand and the boat containing his handful
of favorite toys in the other, Gotti ran back to his room and set the
boat high upon a shelf.