Our three heroes wandered around Mudos, lost, confused and hopeless. They knew they had no where to go. They were always used to being told what to do, now they had to make difficult decisions by themselves. After hours of walking, Harc’s stomach began to grumble.
“Hey, guys, I think I’m hungry.” He whimpered.
“You think or are you sure?” Trask chuckled.
Drogin crossed his arms and sighed, “We do need food, I’m getting hungry as well.”
“Well, what do we do?” the medium-sized slig replied.
“We’re going to have to find food of our own. Let’s go back to the river we saw a mile back, maybe we can catch fish.”
“Oh, great, that’s number one on my menu.” Trask said dryly.
“Well, would you like to starve?”
“Fish it is!”
The flowing water was a dark, murky green. It had long weeds and plants popping out of its rippling surface. The sligs noticed whenever an insect landed on the water, a fish would poke his mouth out to gobble it up.
“How are we gonna catch those fish?” Harc asked.
Suddenly, as Trask came to walk closer to the bank, he tripped on something. “What the-?” He lifted the interweaving rope up.
“It’s a-a net!” Drogin exclaimed.
“I guess a gabbit net?” Trask said pulling the net taught. “We can use this!”
“It’s perfect!” Harc cried happily.
“Harc,” Drogin called, “you’re the biggest, take one end of the net into the stream, Trask and I will hold this end and we’ll catch fish inside.”
“Alright.” He agreed and took his end into the stream.
Only after a few minutes, the net was already getting too heavy to hold. Harc pulled it onto the bank. It was packed with little silver fishies. Suddenly, a voice came from the net. “Hey! Lemme go, you jerks!”
The sligs exchanged funny glances as they opened the net. In the middle of the fish sat a little bluish creature with one foot.
“What is that?!” Drogin exclaimed.
“What do you think I am? I’m a gabbit!” he growled, “And you’re not taking me to that awful Vykkers Labs!”
To be continued.
(finally I got over my writer’s block!! Hallelujah!!!)
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