You had your friend over to play.
You were in your bedroom, then he vanished. You assumed, because of how he darted out, that he was going to the toilet.
The accuracy of your assumption only became apparent when you looked out of your window. He was squatting, next to the lamppost, like your neighbour’s dog.
You couldn’t play with your friend after that. You didn’t want his wild ways tainting your toys.
Your memory jumps to his embarrassed mum apologising to yours, and you trying not to make eye contact with his business every time you left the house.
Keep your friends, folks; don’t dump outside their house.