Yours for the Telling
Raymond Queneau

15) "OK, let's see! said his brothers. "I don't care much for your irony," the other replied; "you shan't see a thing. Besides, hasn't your feeling of horror dimmed and even faded quite away since this rather heated exchange began? So why bother to stir up the sink of your leguminous unconscious? Let's go and bathe in the fountain, rather, and greet this bright m orning in that state of holy euphoria that is hygiene's own reward!" No sooner said that done. Slipping out of their pod, they rolled downhill and scampered merrily off to the theatre of their ablutions.

If you wish to know what happens at the theater of their ablutions, proceed to 16;
if not, go to 21.