Thirteen Karmic Tales: Thirteenth Tale
In the library when he tried to straighten the shelves he knocked some really old books off the shelves and into his mop bucket! the pages were soggy and impossible to make out now.
Signing Up for the Tour
"a bit of mopping up, literally and figuratively."
Color Me Mad
Toner hands them a mop and bucket. "and what do you expect us to do with these?" deedee asks. "i made a deal with the owner of this building: let me use this place as the checkpoint and i make the last place team clean the gym floor."
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part One
A riot stripe of black hair clove between a graying mop of brown. a pair of half-moon spectacles was perched on his muzzle. at his side was a half-finished cigar. "you must be jonathan moose," he said in a deep tenor, shaking hands with joe.
"The Thin Line," Part U
Bet who ever had the mop had browned off his sergeant, to be sure. they do say royal blood's hell to get out of cloth and stone. anyway, where was i? oh, yes.
Satisfied
The mop of unkempt purple hair atop his head dangled to his shoulders, looking slightly greasy and covering up one of the dragon's eyes.
A Snowy Wolf
He looked around and after five minutes he found a mop, "now for a bucket..."
Lament of the Moon: S&H - Ch.02: Friendly Unknown - Ep.03
Long, the building's janitor panda, wiping off the floor with a mop around the hall. "good evening, ms. temple," the middle-aged panda greeted her politely, making way for sasuga to walk over to her apartment.
COYOTKA AND THE FORGE OF HEPHAESTUS Ch.1
Coyotka opened the door, took off her jacket, and took two steps in the hall when suddenly her brother appeared in front of her, holding a mop in his hand. he was almost like a mirror reflection of herself.
New Wolf chapter 14
Leaning on the wall was a sweeper mop, the rag very dirty and black. the room was filled with a sterile smell, probably from the cleaning stuff chester was using. "what do you think, elliot?" "it's small."
A Relaxing Day at Work
Serling's head and shoulders protruded from a large, wheel-mounted mop bucket in this janitorial supply closet. or rather, what remained of his head and shoulders, all plastered down and smoothed out by the liquefying nature of his body.
Havana or Hell, part one
That same unruly mop of auburn hair, the same brown eyes, the same haunted look. until two weeks ago, i never understood why he had such a worried expression on his face, like he was afraid something evil might jump him from out of the shadows.