This happened when I was 6 (I’m a guy).
I have an uncle, who is an all rounder f- up person. He’d always try to take advantage of my mom and when she fought back he started going after those who couldn’t fight back.
Loved to come after me because I was always crying
His favorite was me because I was a crybaby. One day, he gave a food and I stupidly ate it. I got diarrhoea and my mom went ape on him, but couldn’t do any more as she had to look after me.
I was feeling so unwell and had to have my most hated porridge for every meal.
When my mom had to buy more medicine for me, my cousins looked after me. The oldest of them had a good idea.
Asked me to defecate on my uncle’s belongings
Defecate on my uncle’s belongings.
This was to happen at night when we all went to his house, which was right beside mine.
Somehow or rather, my cousin got the keys to enter and I let go on his bed, favorite chair, and toilet cover.
The masterpiece was on his main door, right on his welcome mat. I let it all go and it flowed out like a waterfall. When we finished we went home and they cleaned me up and we watched TV.
About 4 in the morning, we hear screaming and cussing. We go see what it was and it was my uncle rolling around in my faeces on his front door, he also drunk.
His mother (my grandma) was yelling at him and everyone who saw it were jeering at my uncle.
That was not the last time I defecated on his main entrance.
To this day he still insists it wasn’t him who defecated on his front door but everyone knows him as the drunk defecator.