Post by ciryator on May 8, 2007 18:39:18 GMT -5
This is a short story i made up- the characters in it are real people- even the dog! 
i hope you like it! It is too big to fit into one message, so im cutting it in half and putting the rest into another message. Here we go!
The WALKING, MAN-EATING TREE ESCEPADE
~or~
In which Four teen-age girls and a dog escape Psychotic Vegetation
This is the story of me and my four friends (one is a dog). It began as a normal day, when we girls would go off on a bike ride to the rock piles and goof around, but little did we know that this time we would soon be sucked into a time-warp and thrown into time, back and forth, chased around the centuries by a crazy man eating tree that-
Oops.
You weren't supposed to know that yet, so forget it.
Okay, so we went on a bike ride to the rock piles. As we rode, we passed an alley-way, out of which shot this blur of black and white. Weaver- wait. You don't know who that is. Okay, Weaver*, DeBo, Kimo. Those are the three human friends, and Hyper is the dog. You'll meet him in about three seconds, depending on how fast you read.
Anyway, Weaver swerved, nearly crashing into me. "Hey! Watch it!" I yelped. "I was trying to keep from hitting that dog that came out of nowhere." She said. "Okay, a just enough cause. Hey, look! It's Hyper!" DeBo rolled her eyes. "Oh no. Not him." Kimo giggled. I grinned. "What? I love that dog!" We pulled up to the tallest gravel pile and parked our bikes next to a red pick-up that was sitting next to the gravel pile. Hyper jogged up to us, his long pink tongue lolling out of his grinning head.
Dogs do grin.
I ran up to him and hugged him. "Hi, Hyper!" He licked my face. "C'mon, let's go!" I pushed him up the mountain of sand and pebbles, and Kimo, DeBo and Weaver followed us up the side. DeBo climbed up to the top. "I'm Queen of the Hill!" she said, striking a royal pose. I scrambled up. "And I'm an invading army. Charge!" while she and I wrestled down the gravel, we heard Weaver shriek and Kimo start laughing. I jerked my head out of DeBo's headlock and set her sock-less foot free. "What?" I said. "GET THAT DOG AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE!" Weaver was screaming.
Wow, can she scream.
Especially when a dog is peeing on her leg, the bodily fluids trickling down her pants to run into her shoe and fuzzy green socks.
DeBo and I melted to the ground, helpless in our mirth. But suddenly I came alive and started moving really fast, because there was a very angry, very formidable looking unrecognizable creature coming in our direction at a speed that I didn't think she was capable of. And it was just my luck to be the one who brought the dog up there, and was the closest to her at the moment. "IT'S NOT FUNNY! HE PEED ON ME!!!" While I tore around the small ledge of gravel with a psychotic monster after me, not daring to slow down long enough to climb off the pile and into safety, DeBo and Kimo (who I had thought were my friends) just sat there, rocking back and forth, laughing at my predicament. "Help! Aren't you guys going to do something?! She means business! Help! Murder! May-day! Ahhhhhh! I'm not the one who whizzed on your pants! They were laughing too! Someone call 911!"
It took her 15 minutes to calm down, but after the first five I launched my self at a truck-bed filled with straw and kittens. I stayed under the straw and waited until I could hear DeBo and Kimo talking some sense into the infuriated Weaver.
The guy who owned the truck came around and started the engine. I jumped out and noticed that Hyper had long since hidden under the truck. I glared up at the people on the gravel, and then climbed back up. I snuck up behind DeBo and whispered, "Is she still intent on murder?" DeBo jumped out of her skin. "Don't sneak up on me like that! I'm gonna die of premature heart failure." I raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't complain. I just had my heart scared so far up my throat that I could have chewed on it." I peeked around at Weaver. "Are you still a maniac, or are you sane again?" Weaver glared at me. "I don't like that dog." Hyper whined, whapped his tail on the ground, and looked up at Weaver with big, wet, sad eyes. "Do. Not. Pee. On. Me. Get it?" Hyper whined again.
"We should go home real quick to change your pants." DeBo said. Weaver nodded. When they got back, we climbed up to the top one more time. There was a bright red flash. "What was that?!" cried Weaver. Suddenly, a squirrel skittered across the gravel in front of us. Hyper jumped up and leaped after it. I leaped after him barking "No Hyper!" But I was in mid-air when he disappeared in thin air. "What the..?!" I cried, but then I found my self in a swirling blackness, unable to see anything. Suddenly I saw Hyper, his eyes huge with fear. I reached for him and grabbed his tail. Where the heck are we?" The sound of my voice was deadened, like in heavy fog.
I was fully convinced that either a), I crunched my skull on the rocks and the vanishing dog was a weird hallucination before I died, or b), aliens were sucking me through the vacuum of a black hole.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hyper and I were spit out in a strange world. I blinked and glanced around. Hyper was still beside me, and there was a big humming noise. I looked behind us and ducked. The weird humming noise was coming from a levitated pod thing. "Huh?" I blinked again. "Where am I?" "You're in Laviaton, the largest city on planet earth! Home of the biggest greatest laser show in the world! Buy your tickets now, only 12 credits each!" I spun around and looked into the dentist-commercial teeth of a ticket salesman. "Uh, no thanks. But could you tell me the date?" He looked at me. "It's April 26, 3007." My eyes bugged out of my head for a split second, then I stopped my self just in time. "Oh yes. Well, thank you and good bye." He shrugged and rode off on his levitated scooter thing. "Oh boy. We got sucked one-thousand years into the future!" Hyper barked. "Yeah, I agree. We must look like amish people in the space station. But we should wait and see if DeBo and the rest get here." Just at that moment, the other three tumbled out of thin air. "Speak of the devil. We are 1,000 years into the future exactly. What the heck to we do? And how did you get here?" "We got here the same way you did, and I have no idea what we should do."
said Kimo. "I thought we had all died!" said Weaver. "Me, too." I said. "We need to find the porthole so we can get back," said Kimo. "Okay, how on earth do we do that? And I want to explore some of this first!" I said. "I mean, how many people get spit out in the 31 st century or what ever?" "Two very good points." said DeBo. "We need some 'regular' clothes though." Kimo stated.
"You're right. We should bring some stuff back with us if we find the porthole."
"How on earth are we going to find it? It was just a fluke thing! No signal or anything!" said Kimo. "Wait! There was that bright flash of red." I said. "Right! Well, start praying for a flash of red." Weaver said. "Okay. Meanwhile, let's look around! Hey! This guy came up and said something about credits. 'get you tickets now! Only 12 credits each!' I think he said. Credits must be what we'll be using for currency in a thousand years. Lets' earn some and get like a dress or something for souvenirs." I said, excited. "Shopping! My favorite thing to do in the future!" said Weaver.
In 5 hours, we had each bought a souvenir. DeBo got this freaky pair of earrings, Weaver got a even weirder pair of earrings, and I got a necklace. Kimo got this tree seed. The sales man said that if you planted it and added one drop of water, it would grow into a full size tree in less than 10 seconds. It was some new species that none of us heard of before, and the guy said, "What ever you do, make sure it's in the ground when you plant it, or else it will run around on it's roots. Trust me. I haven't worked out all the bugs, so it might act a little weird." Buying that tree was a big mistake, as we soon found out.
"Well, still no red flash." said Weaver, downcast. "Our parents are going to kill us. They'd never believe what happened." "Well, if it was a time warp, than we should get spit out back to the 'present' without any lost time." I said. I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt. "Hey look, a squirrel." said Kimo. "Wait! It looks like the one that was on the gravel…I wonder if…hold hands, quick! When it gets in front of us, jump!" There was a red flash, at the same moment Hyper saw the tree rat and we all leaped over it into the time warp.
We found ourselves the middle of a battle, and if we didn't move fast we'd get squashed by the big shire horse galloping in our direction. "Run!" I grabbed Kimo and DeBo's hands and lunged out of the path of the giant equine. "Oh no! My seed!" cried Kimo. She had dropped it and it landed in a puddle of blood. (Don't act so surprised. It was a battlefield, you know.) We ran away from the fray and sat underneath a weeping willow about a quarter mile from the battle. "Whew! That was close!" I said. "every body in one piece?" Weaver looked like she was going to throw up, Kimo looked like she was going to pass out, and DeBo was shaking like a leaf and had eyes the size of dinner platters, and Hyper had fainted at the base of the tree. I was shaking a little- okay, I felt like an earthquake on legs but other than that everyone was in good shape. "Wh-whe-where are we?" said DeBo, shakily. I peered at the battle. "Holy cow! My dear companions, feel honored. We are witnessing one of King Arthur's battles! Don't worry, he'll win. Look, he's carrying Exalibur and his Sheath. Amazing! Look at those strokes!" I was feeling much better at this time and was totally involved in watching the battle before us. "Why, I recognize this battle! It's the one where he totally kicks butt on-" Weaver grabbed me by the shoulder. "I don't care if he is King Arthur. I can't believe that all you can worry about is-" "Oh, relax," I said, turning back to the battle. "We're alive." "L2, you really need to take this more seriously," said DeBo. "I am," I said, not taking my eyes off the battle. "I just am not one to let an opportunity like this slip by. Just tell me if you see a red flash. Besides, that tree landed in a puddle, and I want to see if it grows."
It grew.
Fast.
"Uh, guys?" I said, backing away. "Blood does something to that tree." "What do you mean?" said Kimo.
Weaver figured it out instantly. "Uh-oh…" she said. "In stead of water, it got blood, which is a liquid, like water is a liquid," she concluded. "And it wasn't anchored into the ground when it got the liquid," I continued. "And by using the blood to grow instead of water, it acquired a taste for blood." said Kimo. "And that would be why it is running around on it's roots headed in our direction." said DeBo, leaping up. "So what I meant was," I said as I yanked Hyper's ear to wake him up, "That unless you want to be eaten alive by a crazy vegetable, you better run!" At that moment, a huge, purple and puce colored tree with bright gold leaves and dark green roots topped the rise we were sitting on.
So we ran for our lives, and no matter how fast we went, it was still catching up to us. Kimo collapsed. "We need a private jet or something," she groaned. I looked around. "How about a horse or four?" I said triumphantly. "Oh, boy…" said Weaver. I trotted up to the group of horses, and looked them over. "They look fast enough," I said. DeBo was doubtful. "What if the peoples who own them show up?" "Who cares? There is a giant tree after us! They can find their way home." cried Kimo. "Come on! I'll carry Hyper." I said. The stupid dog had fainted again. "Lets' go!"
As we leaped up on the horses, they bolted. Weaver screamed. "Where are we going?!" yelled DeBo. "Away from here!" Kimo yelled back. I didn't yell anything. I was to busy trying to hold Hyper on. Suddenly, there was a huge groooooooannn, creeeeak SNAP! I jumped out of my skin.
"What the heck was that?!" I yelled. Kimo chanced a glance over her shoulder. "The tree! It's-"
"IT'S GOT MEEEEEEE!" shrieked DeBo. The tree had grown to like the size of a Californian Redwood, and it had stretched out a branch and wrapped it around DeBo's waist. Weaver leaped at the tree, in a futile attempt to rescue her beloved sibling, but ended up falling through the air, to be caught by the fiendish veggie. At that moment, we came to the edge of a cliff, and before we could do anything, Kimo, Hyper, and I were thrown into empty space.
But at that very moment, we saw the squirrel floating in front of us and a bright red flash appeared. "Ahhhhhhh!" screamed Kimo as we were sucked into the porthole.
We were spit out in the oddest of all places. Can you guess where? No? We were spit out in a New York City sewer line. (Hyper smelled bad for a week afterwards.)
Hyper popped up in front of us, splashing sewer water in our faces. Kimo blinked. "YUCK!" I spat out the sewer water. Kimo looked around. I could tell what she was thinking: Did the Racicot sisters get eaten alive by a psychotic futuristic tree? "I'm sure they are in a better place then we are, in any case." I said, trying to crack a smile. Just at that moment, a churning, splashing sound rumbled in the distance. "Uh-oh…." said Kimo. "That's not all." I said, looking behind my soggy companion. "You know how they make TV shows about how all these weird reptiles end up in city sewers?" Hyper whined. Kimo's eyes got big. "Don't move. Al over there looks hungry."
"Oh boy…" she squeaked.
Just when it all looked so hopeless, I had an idea.
I felt under my feet for a rock or something to brace my self against. I found something, but I'd rather not discuss what it was. (I'll just say that the whole experience gave me a brand new respect for plumbers.) "Kimo, I am about to launch myself at Al." Kimo looked at me as if I was insane. (which, judging my actions, I probably am.)
"When I jump, you jump on him too," Kimo nodded silently. "My plan is to use him as a toboggan," I whispered. "I don't fancy landing down there with nothing between me and everything else.
"On the count of three, we jump. One, two, three!" and we leaped.
And we missed.
"Nice, plan, L2," sputtered Kimo. "L2? Marie?" The waters were calm, and me and Al had disscapeared. Suddenly, I popped up, clutching an alligator snout for dear life. "Help!" was all I managed to get out before the big dummy- I mean, nice, sweet, wonderful alligator did a death roll/belly-flop. He wriggled around and leaped and jumped, and I stuck like super-glue. Partly because I was practically frozen to it (it's not warm in there) and because if I moved he would wiggle his teeth to my foot. "Do something!" I coughed. Hyper barked and latched onto Al's tail, and Kimo grabbed a back leg. "Oh, no!...." yelled Kimo, as we neared the water fall.
And at that very moment, we went over Poop-poo Falls.
Fortunately, we were on top of him, so his big lizard body took all of the impact which gave him a major concussion. (We had fallen like 20 feet.)
So, now we can say that we wrestled an alligator to his death in NYC poop-cellars.
Kimo and I swam like crazy towards the 'shore'. Hyper let go of Al's tail and doggie-paddled over to us, splashing the putrid liquid everywhere. "I hope there aren't more of those." Sputtered Kimo.
"Me, too." "I wonder what happened to DeBo and Weaver." Said Kimo. "Me too." I said again. "I hope they didn't get…you know." I said. What a way to go. Eaten by a tree. And an ugly one at that. "Maybe they went into the porthole after we did," suggested Kimo. "And got sucked into another place," "I hope so."
"Me too." After a moment of silence, I got practical. "I am going to take a look around." I got up and took one of the torch things off the wall. "I wonder what year it is?" Kimo shrugged. "No clue."
I took about three steps when we heard screams and a loud splash. Kimo and I jumped and looked at eachother. I ran for towards the direction of the sound. Kimo ran past me and up some slippery stairs. "It's DeBo and Weaver!" she called down. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Hyper barked. "Hey! Guys! Look out! There are alligators!" I called. Weaver rolled her eyes up into her head. "O, no…" DeBo looked around. "Where are we?" she yelled over the roar of the falls. "What does it smell like?" DeBo's eyes widened. "Ewwwwwwwwwww!" Kimo called up to them, "Look out! You're headed for a fall!" Weaver shrieked. "Something touched my foot!" DeBo went over to see what was touching Weaver, but then she screamed. "There's something in my shirt!" she jumped and wiggled and felt, and found it. "It" happened to be a: "Gold fish! Disgusting! AHHHHAAAAHAHA!" They fell down the falls, and managed to live through it. After they climbed out onto the brick walkway, they told us what had happened.
"We went in-cough!- after you guys did," said DeBo in a choking voice, after she got over shuddering about the fish in her shirt. "And ended up in a different place than this." "Where?" I asked, impatiently. "We ended up in ancient Rome, I think." Said DeBo. "Julius was taking a bath." I laughed. "And you are alive??" "I think he thinks he had too much wine last night." Weaver said. "Yeah, and as we ran out, he screamed that one of his potted plants had come alive." I laughed even harder. "Whoo-hoo hahahaha! I'm-I – I- I'm sorryhehehehehee! Hold on…" I took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay, I am better now." Weaver looked at me with concern, and then continued. "Then we ended up in Ancient Egypt, and showed up in the middle of a pyramid construction." Kimo's eyes widened. "Wow."
"I grabbed a few old tools they were about to throw away." Said DeBo. "Maranda would be SO jealous." Weaver shuddered. "We came across an asp." I groaned. "Now I'm jealous." "So then we came here. What year is it, anyway?" Kimo shrugged. "We don't know." "We were just about to look around and see what we can see." I said, grabbing my torch again. So we walked down the path, up the stairs, and around the big pool just before the waterfall. We kept walking, and walking, and walking. And it got darker and darker and darker because there were no torches, just the one I had. 'I wonder where that tree is?" whispered DeBo. After what we thought was like days, Weaver stopped suddenly. "Do you guys hear something?" she whispered. DeBo and Kimo thingyed their heads. I kept walking. "Alligators." I stated. "We've been passing piles of them. I think that this might be like some gangsters torture chamber." DeBo gasped. "What makes you think that?" she said, barely above her breath. "Look around," I said, waving the torch toward the walls. "Graffiti, for one. Broken beer bottles for another, and scraps of meat thrown at the reptiles." My friends were silent. Even Hyper was sobered. "So I would strongly suggest complete silence. We don't know when some dude might show up."
Kimo and the others nodded. "I think we should grab some kind of weapon, just in case." I held the torch up, and found some sticks with hooks on the end. "Take one." They each grabbed a hooky-stick thing. "What are they?" wondered Kimo. "I think they're things they use to nudge the alligators out of the way." "Oh." We trotted along the path, and came to a tunnel. "This is probably the way out," I hissed. As we crept down the smelly way, we heard a rough scraping noise.
Every one froze. "That sounded a lot like a man hole lid." I hissed. My heart was thumping so loud I was afraid it would echo and alert the guy to our presence. DeBo gulped, Hyper growled. "What do we do?" whispered Weaver. "Pray and keep moving." So we did.
We also heard lots of feet running down the passage. I got an idea. (hold the applause.)
*Weaver is Eva's nickname. There have been heated debates on whether to spell it Weaver, or Weever. I chose Weaver for this story, because Weever makes me think of weevils. They are bugs. Nasty ones too.
i hope you like it! It is too big to fit into one message, so im cutting it in half and putting the rest into another message. Here we go!The WALKING, MAN-EATING TREE ESCEPADE
~or~
In which Four teen-age girls and a dog escape Psychotic Vegetation
This is the story of me and my four friends (one is a dog). It began as a normal day, when we girls would go off on a bike ride to the rock piles and goof around, but little did we know that this time we would soon be sucked into a time-warp and thrown into time, back and forth, chased around the centuries by a crazy man eating tree that-
Oops.
You weren't supposed to know that yet, so forget it.
Okay, so we went on a bike ride to the rock piles. As we rode, we passed an alley-way, out of which shot this blur of black and white. Weaver- wait. You don't know who that is. Okay, Weaver*, DeBo, Kimo. Those are the three human friends, and Hyper is the dog. You'll meet him in about three seconds, depending on how fast you read.
Anyway, Weaver swerved, nearly crashing into me. "Hey! Watch it!" I yelped. "I was trying to keep from hitting that dog that came out of nowhere." She said. "Okay, a just enough cause. Hey, look! It's Hyper!" DeBo rolled her eyes. "Oh no. Not him." Kimo giggled. I grinned. "What? I love that dog!" We pulled up to the tallest gravel pile and parked our bikes next to a red pick-up that was sitting next to the gravel pile. Hyper jogged up to us, his long pink tongue lolling out of his grinning head.
Dogs do grin.
I ran up to him and hugged him. "Hi, Hyper!" He licked my face. "C'mon, let's go!" I pushed him up the mountain of sand and pebbles, and Kimo, DeBo and Weaver followed us up the side. DeBo climbed up to the top. "I'm Queen of the Hill!" she said, striking a royal pose. I scrambled up. "And I'm an invading army. Charge!" while she and I wrestled down the gravel, we heard Weaver shriek and Kimo start laughing. I jerked my head out of DeBo's headlock and set her sock-less foot free. "What?" I said. "GET THAT DOG AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE!" Weaver was screaming.
Wow, can she scream.
Especially when a dog is peeing on her leg, the bodily fluids trickling down her pants to run into her shoe and fuzzy green socks.
DeBo and I melted to the ground, helpless in our mirth. But suddenly I came alive and started moving really fast, because there was a very angry, very formidable looking unrecognizable creature coming in our direction at a speed that I didn't think she was capable of. And it was just my luck to be the one who brought the dog up there, and was the closest to her at the moment. "IT'S NOT FUNNY! HE PEED ON ME!!!" While I tore around the small ledge of gravel with a psychotic monster after me, not daring to slow down long enough to climb off the pile and into safety, DeBo and Kimo (who I had thought were my friends) just sat there, rocking back and forth, laughing at my predicament. "Help! Aren't you guys going to do something?! She means business! Help! Murder! May-day! Ahhhhhh! I'm not the one who whizzed on your pants! They were laughing too! Someone call 911!"
It took her 15 minutes to calm down, but after the first five I launched my self at a truck-bed filled with straw and kittens. I stayed under the straw and waited until I could hear DeBo and Kimo talking some sense into the infuriated Weaver.
The guy who owned the truck came around and started the engine. I jumped out and noticed that Hyper had long since hidden under the truck. I glared up at the people on the gravel, and then climbed back up. I snuck up behind DeBo and whispered, "Is she still intent on murder?" DeBo jumped out of her skin. "Don't sneak up on me like that! I'm gonna die of premature heart failure." I raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't complain. I just had my heart scared so far up my throat that I could have chewed on it." I peeked around at Weaver. "Are you still a maniac, or are you sane again?" Weaver glared at me. "I don't like that dog." Hyper whined, whapped his tail on the ground, and looked up at Weaver with big, wet, sad eyes. "Do. Not. Pee. On. Me. Get it?" Hyper whined again.
"We should go home real quick to change your pants." DeBo said. Weaver nodded. When they got back, we climbed up to the top one more time. There was a bright red flash. "What was that?!" cried Weaver. Suddenly, a squirrel skittered across the gravel in front of us. Hyper jumped up and leaped after it. I leaped after him barking "No Hyper!" But I was in mid-air when he disappeared in thin air. "What the..?!" I cried, but then I found my self in a swirling blackness, unable to see anything. Suddenly I saw Hyper, his eyes huge with fear. I reached for him and grabbed his tail. Where the heck are we?" The sound of my voice was deadened, like in heavy fog.
I was fully convinced that either a), I crunched my skull on the rocks and the vanishing dog was a weird hallucination before I died, or b), aliens were sucking me through the vacuum of a black hole.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hyper and I were spit out in a strange world. I blinked and glanced around. Hyper was still beside me, and there was a big humming noise. I looked behind us and ducked. The weird humming noise was coming from a levitated pod thing. "Huh?" I blinked again. "Where am I?" "You're in Laviaton, the largest city on planet earth! Home of the biggest greatest laser show in the world! Buy your tickets now, only 12 credits each!" I spun around and looked into the dentist-commercial teeth of a ticket salesman. "Uh, no thanks. But could you tell me the date?" He looked at me. "It's April 26, 3007." My eyes bugged out of my head for a split second, then I stopped my self just in time. "Oh yes. Well, thank you and good bye." He shrugged and rode off on his levitated scooter thing. "Oh boy. We got sucked one-thousand years into the future!" Hyper barked. "Yeah, I agree. We must look like amish people in the space station. But we should wait and see if DeBo and the rest get here." Just at that moment, the other three tumbled out of thin air. "Speak of the devil. We are 1,000 years into the future exactly. What the heck to we do? And how did you get here?" "We got here the same way you did, and I have no idea what we should do."
said Kimo. "I thought we had all died!" said Weaver. "Me, too." I said. "We need to find the porthole so we can get back," said Kimo. "Okay, how on earth do we do that? And I want to explore some of this first!" I said. "I mean, how many people get spit out in the 31 st century or what ever?" "Two very good points." said DeBo. "We need some 'regular' clothes though." Kimo stated.
"You're right. We should bring some stuff back with us if we find the porthole."
"How on earth are we going to find it? It was just a fluke thing! No signal or anything!" said Kimo. "Wait! There was that bright flash of red." I said. "Right! Well, start praying for a flash of red." Weaver said. "Okay. Meanwhile, let's look around! Hey! This guy came up and said something about credits. 'get you tickets now! Only 12 credits each!' I think he said. Credits must be what we'll be using for currency in a thousand years. Lets' earn some and get like a dress or something for souvenirs." I said, excited. "Shopping! My favorite thing to do in the future!" said Weaver.
In 5 hours, we had each bought a souvenir. DeBo got this freaky pair of earrings, Weaver got a even weirder pair of earrings, and I got a necklace. Kimo got this tree seed. The sales man said that if you planted it and added one drop of water, it would grow into a full size tree in less than 10 seconds. It was some new species that none of us heard of before, and the guy said, "What ever you do, make sure it's in the ground when you plant it, or else it will run around on it's roots. Trust me. I haven't worked out all the bugs, so it might act a little weird." Buying that tree was a big mistake, as we soon found out.
"Well, still no red flash." said Weaver, downcast. "Our parents are going to kill us. They'd never believe what happened." "Well, if it was a time warp, than we should get spit out back to the 'present' without any lost time." I said. I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt. "Hey look, a squirrel." said Kimo. "Wait! It looks like the one that was on the gravel…I wonder if…hold hands, quick! When it gets in front of us, jump!" There was a red flash, at the same moment Hyper saw the tree rat and we all leaped over it into the time warp.
We found ourselves the middle of a battle, and if we didn't move fast we'd get squashed by the big shire horse galloping in our direction. "Run!" I grabbed Kimo and DeBo's hands and lunged out of the path of the giant equine. "Oh no! My seed!" cried Kimo. She had dropped it and it landed in a puddle of blood. (Don't act so surprised. It was a battlefield, you know.) We ran away from the fray and sat underneath a weeping willow about a quarter mile from the battle. "Whew! That was close!" I said. "every body in one piece?" Weaver looked like she was going to throw up, Kimo looked like she was going to pass out, and DeBo was shaking like a leaf and had eyes the size of dinner platters, and Hyper had fainted at the base of the tree. I was shaking a little- okay, I felt like an earthquake on legs but other than that everyone was in good shape. "Wh-whe-where are we?" said DeBo, shakily. I peered at the battle. "Holy cow! My dear companions, feel honored. We are witnessing one of King Arthur's battles! Don't worry, he'll win. Look, he's carrying Exalibur and his Sheath. Amazing! Look at those strokes!" I was feeling much better at this time and was totally involved in watching the battle before us. "Why, I recognize this battle! It's the one where he totally kicks butt on-" Weaver grabbed me by the shoulder. "I don't care if he is King Arthur. I can't believe that all you can worry about is-" "Oh, relax," I said, turning back to the battle. "We're alive." "L2, you really need to take this more seriously," said DeBo. "I am," I said, not taking my eyes off the battle. "I just am not one to let an opportunity like this slip by. Just tell me if you see a red flash. Besides, that tree landed in a puddle, and I want to see if it grows."
It grew.
Fast.
"Uh, guys?" I said, backing away. "Blood does something to that tree." "What do you mean?" said Kimo.
Weaver figured it out instantly. "Uh-oh…" she said. "In stead of water, it got blood, which is a liquid, like water is a liquid," she concluded. "And it wasn't anchored into the ground when it got the liquid," I continued. "And by using the blood to grow instead of water, it acquired a taste for blood." said Kimo. "And that would be why it is running around on it's roots headed in our direction." said DeBo, leaping up. "So what I meant was," I said as I yanked Hyper's ear to wake him up, "That unless you want to be eaten alive by a crazy vegetable, you better run!" At that moment, a huge, purple and puce colored tree with bright gold leaves and dark green roots topped the rise we were sitting on.
So we ran for our lives, and no matter how fast we went, it was still catching up to us. Kimo collapsed. "We need a private jet or something," she groaned. I looked around. "How about a horse or four?" I said triumphantly. "Oh, boy…" said Weaver. I trotted up to the group of horses, and looked them over. "They look fast enough," I said. DeBo was doubtful. "What if the peoples who own them show up?" "Who cares? There is a giant tree after us! They can find their way home." cried Kimo. "Come on! I'll carry Hyper." I said. The stupid dog had fainted again. "Lets' go!"
As we leaped up on the horses, they bolted. Weaver screamed. "Where are we going?!" yelled DeBo. "Away from here!" Kimo yelled back. I didn't yell anything. I was to busy trying to hold Hyper on. Suddenly, there was a huge groooooooannn, creeeeak SNAP! I jumped out of my skin.
"What the heck was that?!" I yelled. Kimo chanced a glance over her shoulder. "The tree! It's-"
"IT'S GOT MEEEEEEE!" shrieked DeBo. The tree had grown to like the size of a Californian Redwood, and it had stretched out a branch and wrapped it around DeBo's waist. Weaver leaped at the tree, in a futile attempt to rescue her beloved sibling, but ended up falling through the air, to be caught by the fiendish veggie. At that moment, we came to the edge of a cliff, and before we could do anything, Kimo, Hyper, and I were thrown into empty space.
But at that very moment, we saw the squirrel floating in front of us and a bright red flash appeared. "Ahhhhhhh!" screamed Kimo as we were sucked into the porthole.
We were spit out in the oddest of all places. Can you guess where? No? We were spit out in a New York City sewer line. (Hyper smelled bad for a week afterwards.)
Hyper popped up in front of us, splashing sewer water in our faces. Kimo blinked. "YUCK!" I spat out the sewer water. Kimo looked around. I could tell what she was thinking: Did the Racicot sisters get eaten alive by a psychotic futuristic tree? "I'm sure they are in a better place then we are, in any case." I said, trying to crack a smile. Just at that moment, a churning, splashing sound rumbled in the distance. "Uh-oh…." said Kimo. "That's not all." I said, looking behind my soggy companion. "You know how they make TV shows about how all these weird reptiles end up in city sewers?" Hyper whined. Kimo's eyes got big. "Don't move. Al over there looks hungry."
"Oh boy…" she squeaked.
Just when it all looked so hopeless, I had an idea.
I felt under my feet for a rock or something to brace my self against. I found something, but I'd rather not discuss what it was. (I'll just say that the whole experience gave me a brand new respect for plumbers.) "Kimo, I am about to launch myself at Al." Kimo looked at me as if I was insane. (which, judging my actions, I probably am.)
"When I jump, you jump on him too," Kimo nodded silently. "My plan is to use him as a toboggan," I whispered. "I don't fancy landing down there with nothing between me and everything else.
"On the count of three, we jump. One, two, three!" and we leaped.
And we missed.
"Nice, plan, L2," sputtered Kimo. "L2? Marie?" The waters were calm, and me and Al had disscapeared. Suddenly, I popped up, clutching an alligator snout for dear life. "Help!" was all I managed to get out before the big dummy- I mean, nice, sweet, wonderful alligator did a death roll/belly-flop. He wriggled around and leaped and jumped, and I stuck like super-glue. Partly because I was practically frozen to it (it's not warm in there) and because if I moved he would wiggle his teeth to my foot. "Do something!" I coughed. Hyper barked and latched onto Al's tail, and Kimo grabbed a back leg. "Oh, no!...." yelled Kimo, as we neared the water fall.
And at that very moment, we went over Poop-poo Falls.
Fortunately, we were on top of him, so his big lizard body took all of the impact which gave him a major concussion. (We had fallen like 20 feet.)
So, now we can say that we wrestled an alligator to his death in NYC poop-cellars.
Kimo and I swam like crazy towards the 'shore'. Hyper let go of Al's tail and doggie-paddled over to us, splashing the putrid liquid everywhere. "I hope there aren't more of those." Sputtered Kimo.
"Me, too." "I wonder what happened to DeBo and Weaver." Said Kimo. "Me too." I said again. "I hope they didn't get…you know." I said. What a way to go. Eaten by a tree. And an ugly one at that. "Maybe they went into the porthole after we did," suggested Kimo. "And got sucked into another place," "I hope so."
"Me too." After a moment of silence, I got practical. "I am going to take a look around." I got up and took one of the torch things off the wall. "I wonder what year it is?" Kimo shrugged. "No clue."
I took about three steps when we heard screams and a loud splash. Kimo and I jumped and looked at eachother. I ran for towards the direction of the sound. Kimo ran past me and up some slippery stairs. "It's DeBo and Weaver!" she called down. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Hyper barked. "Hey! Guys! Look out! There are alligators!" I called. Weaver rolled her eyes up into her head. "O, no…" DeBo looked around. "Where are we?" she yelled over the roar of the falls. "What does it smell like?" DeBo's eyes widened. "Ewwwwwwwwwww!" Kimo called up to them, "Look out! You're headed for a fall!" Weaver shrieked. "Something touched my foot!" DeBo went over to see what was touching Weaver, but then she screamed. "There's something in my shirt!" she jumped and wiggled and felt, and found it. "It" happened to be a: "Gold fish! Disgusting! AHHHHAAAAHAHA!" They fell down the falls, and managed to live through it. After they climbed out onto the brick walkway, they told us what had happened.
"We went in-cough!- after you guys did," said DeBo in a choking voice, after she got over shuddering about the fish in her shirt. "And ended up in a different place than this." "Where?" I asked, impatiently. "We ended up in ancient Rome, I think." Said DeBo. "Julius was taking a bath." I laughed. "And you are alive??" "I think he thinks he had too much wine last night." Weaver said. "Yeah, and as we ran out, he screamed that one of his potted plants had come alive." I laughed even harder. "Whoo-hoo hahahaha! I'm-I – I- I'm sorryhehehehehee! Hold on…" I took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay, I am better now." Weaver looked at me with concern, and then continued. "Then we ended up in Ancient Egypt, and showed up in the middle of a pyramid construction." Kimo's eyes widened. "Wow."
"I grabbed a few old tools they were about to throw away." Said DeBo. "Maranda would be SO jealous." Weaver shuddered. "We came across an asp." I groaned. "Now I'm jealous." "So then we came here. What year is it, anyway?" Kimo shrugged. "We don't know." "We were just about to look around and see what we can see." I said, grabbing my torch again. So we walked down the path, up the stairs, and around the big pool just before the waterfall. We kept walking, and walking, and walking. And it got darker and darker and darker because there were no torches, just the one I had. 'I wonder where that tree is?" whispered DeBo. After what we thought was like days, Weaver stopped suddenly. "Do you guys hear something?" she whispered. DeBo and Kimo thingyed their heads. I kept walking. "Alligators." I stated. "We've been passing piles of them. I think that this might be like some gangsters torture chamber." DeBo gasped. "What makes you think that?" she said, barely above her breath. "Look around," I said, waving the torch toward the walls. "Graffiti, for one. Broken beer bottles for another, and scraps of meat thrown at the reptiles." My friends were silent. Even Hyper was sobered. "So I would strongly suggest complete silence. We don't know when some dude might show up."
Kimo and the others nodded. "I think we should grab some kind of weapon, just in case." I held the torch up, and found some sticks with hooks on the end. "Take one." They each grabbed a hooky-stick thing. "What are they?" wondered Kimo. "I think they're things they use to nudge the alligators out of the way." "Oh." We trotted along the path, and came to a tunnel. "This is probably the way out," I hissed. As we crept down the smelly way, we heard a rough scraping noise.
Every one froze. "That sounded a lot like a man hole lid." I hissed. My heart was thumping so loud I was afraid it would echo and alert the guy to our presence. DeBo gulped, Hyper growled. "What do we do?" whispered Weaver. "Pray and keep moving." So we did.
We also heard lots of feet running down the passage. I got an idea. (hold the applause.)
*Weaver is Eva's nickname. There have been heated debates on whether to spell it Weaver, or Weever. I chose Weaver for this story, because Weever makes me think of weevils. They are bugs. Nasty ones too.
