The pelican in Mikhail's bathroom had not been trained to use the toilet. It was a wild pelican, of that Mikhail was sure. There had to be another explanation for its presence. Mikhail watched from down the hall as the pelican stood motionless on the toilet's lid. It seemed to be waiting for something. Perhaps it was waiting for an understanding of how to use the toilet. How long would it wait? It had been there for forty-five minutes already, at least. Who knows how long it had been there before Mikhail discovered it?
He thought of calling someone, but his phone was in the kitchen, and he didn't want to lose sight of the pelican for even a few seconds. To lose sight of the pelican would be to lose sight of the only beautiful thing he'd seen since his wife and daughter had gone missing, years ago. He hoped the pelican would remain where it was, bathed in bright bathroom light, indefinitely.