Inquiring, I entered the kitchen, “What are you doing?” Catching my innocent depravity, Sasha, the shit-eater, prepared breakfast with a cheerful disposition. She replied, “Getting ready for breakfast,” with a cryptic smile. Placing cutlery on the table, she sat down, her ass hovering over the plate. A light brown pile of excrement wriggled from her anus. She sat down at the table, content, and began to eat her unconventional breakfast, savoring her own feces. Such a mischievous little thing.