Rowley in the bin

96.If ever there was a child extraordinary in his peculiarity, it was Rowley; an 11-year-old young man with a passion not for the typical activities of his age. While other boys were sporting, or perhaps preoccupied with their gaming consoles, Rowley held a curious fascination with the fragrant - and significantly less pleasant - side of life.
Rowley had an odd fondness for disagreeable odors. He relished the malodorous essence of the things most people found repugnant - like refuse and waste. This affinity for the repellant was so strong that Rowley, despite his age, had even clung onto wearing nappies, a relic of his toddler years.
Light dawned on Rowley one morning, as he commenced his daily indulgence in disagreeable olfactory experiences. Eager to amplify his passion for all things stinky, he sought out the most offensive locale imaginable. His search led him to an unorthodox abode, the garden's dust bin.
Decked out with an array of snacks and childhood comforters, he secreted himself away within the confines of the grimy receptacle. To the common nose, the bin was an assault of horrific scent, but to Rowley, it was the fragrant aroma of a blooming garden.
Rowley's garbage can casa was filled not just with the ordinary detritus of domestic waste but also a growing collection of his fully-utilized nappies. The essence of which added to the repugnant bouquet Rowley relished.
However, unbeknown to Rowley, his odd escapade came with an unexpected turn. The day of his garbage can adventure was the designated bin collection day, and soon the lorry was upon them. Innocent to the true nature of what was to unfold, Rowley's mother watched in horror as her son's feet disappeared into the voracious jaws of the refuse collector.
Rowley, thrown unwittingly into a larger-than-life adventure, suddenly found himself at the town's dump, the place where all of the town's waste ended up. With a childlike joy, he swam amidst the garbage piles, relishing the pungent environment.
Unexpectedly, amidst his escapades, Rowley discovered an old air bomb, a left-over relic from a forgotten time. Spurred by curiosity and thoughtlessly, he pressed the ominous red button. The subsequent explosion spread mounds of rubbish all over the town, littering the streets and painting the town brown.
For Rowley, this chaotic explosion was nothing short of paradise. He reveled in his new world, a town blanketed in debris, scented by disgorged nappies and reeking rubbish.
Back home, his parents, completely flabbergasted, adapted to the ludicrous situation their son had brought upon them. They wore pegs on their nose, a hilarious and somewhat sad portrait of a family grappling with their son's extraordinary penchant for the more fragrant aspects of life. Amidst these trying circumstances,they were indeed a testament to high creativity! And so continued the highly peculiar tale of Rowley, the boy who found paradise in the dump.
As the sun set on the unusually stinky town, one wonders if there were any more surprises to come from Rowley's tale, or if he had finally found his "scent-sational" paradise. Either way, it was clear that in his own curious way, Rowley had painted the world in a rather unique light. Or odor, rather.