"Eeper Weeper, chimney sweeper, had a wife but couldn't keep her.  Had another, didn't love her, up the chimney he did shove her."

With a giggle, Billie skipped her way off of a low wall and back to the street. It was early afternoon, and she'd been sent off on an errand that she'd long ago completed. She had since turned to dawdling, and, apparently, singing random rhymes while she roamed about High Street.

"Ladybird, ladybird fly away home. Your house is on fire, and your children are gone. All except--Uuuugh."

That is, until a most pungent aroma reached her nostrils, and she stopped short in her tracks, nearly causing some other poor soul to fall over her. This was High Street, not the slums!  What on Earth was that smell? It usually smelled nicer on this end of town. Unable to keep her comments to herself, she blurted out, "Smells like ol' man's feet!"


Open to anyone who wants to either find a strange smell or to be the source of said smell!