The wheel thing

Sometimes, a person, in their daily dwellings and toilings, might discover an invention. Whether that novelty is as portentous as an atomic bomb or as insignificant as a fly swatter, it might bring about a change or earn its parent their keep. This report chronicles my own discovery of a unrealized contraption, and my ensuing effort to capture all the benefits of it. At this current moment, the intellectual property is held fast to my line but has not yet been towed in. With continued persistence the ownership of the idea, will be reeled in, hand-over-hand, and I will reap all the "black gold" flung from it. My discovery, which will be reported in all veracity, is a rodent running wheel with a surface comfortable for the quadruped’s gait, and from which droppings drop out.