Lavatory

He sat atop his porcelain looking post. He could see out of the window from here. He watched his neighbours tending to their garden.
He hoped they didn't look up and see him, the strained expression on his face as he attempted to get things going.
His stomach gurgled and he pushed. It was like giving birth, if dog's eggs were living creatures.
He let out a groan of satisfaction as the brown trout began to curl out.
His neighbours looked up as they heard his moans and saw his ecstatic, contorted face. They phoned the police, thinking he was doing something else.