Splatty? What are you trying to imply by that?
Ah, who cares, your all forgiven, so you can have your chapter.
For chapter 9 we fall back down to the planet, strait in to Mica’s funeral, at his last seen place, the edge of the forest. This chapter goes to absolutely nobody.
Now, lets get going…
Scrat stared in to the shadowy forest, the last place where Mica was seen. It was 4 days after Nicou’s punishment. The sky was dark, as if it understood the sadness of this occasion. It rained once in every 500 days in this part of Sligos, but this was one of those rare days. His father hadn’t said any thing all day and Scrat felt the same. But he also felt worse.
If only he’d said something, if only he’d stood up to Raffe, if only, if only, there were so many things that he would change if he was only given the chance again. Now Scrat had learnt the cruelty hidden in those to words. If only…
Scrat was awoken from his thoughts by a weird buzzing sound coming from the forest. The screams had been a constant interruption to the funeral, but this was different. As well as not actually being a scream, this noise started quietly and got louder, instead of starting loudly and then fading in to silence.
People started shifting uncomfortably at the noise, It soon got so loud that the guy hosting the funeral stopped speaking. It wasn’t until the leaves started shaking in the forest, there was a sound of crashing trees, and uprooted plants started flying over the trees that people started backing up. Then, when a small tree came flying over head and almost crushed a group of people, that everybody started running and screaming! Everyone except Nicou and Scrat, who stood where they were, staring in shock. Then a hole exploded in the wall of bushes and trees. Then they turned and ran.
As most people will know, crawling sligs don’t run very quickly. So they had about as much chance of outrunning the “over stimulated gardener” (in Nicou’s words), as a butterfly would have in outrunning a golden eagle!
So it may not come as much of surprise to here that Nicou was forced to the ground by a small metal ball pushing on his back. Then Scrat spun around to face it.
He said later, “I couldn’t believe it at first. I didn’t want to believe it. It’s legs and hips were metal. Mechanical. But that was nothing to the fact that above that, sitting upright, was a slig holding a chain saw. And of all the sligs, in all the world, this one just happened to be, Mica!”
“Hello, Nicou.” Sneered Mica.
“M-m-m-m-m-mmmmica?” Nicou stuttered.
“who else? So, like knowing what it feels like to be the victim?”
“N-n-n-n-not, really.”
“Oh, well. D’ya wanna know what it feels like to have your own brother try and kill you?” Asked Mica, revving his chain saw.
“It was an accident! An accident!”
“Yeah, well, this isn’t.”
Nicou stared up at his impending doom, and passed wind.
There was a reason for the sadness in the weather th at day but it was not for Mica.
Makajia and Sajilia arrived home on the day of Mica’s funeral. Makajia knew this was the day when the sligs would discover pants. Soon afterwards the sligs would make a deal with the vykkers to bring pants in to mass production. Glukkons would see the opportunity and mudokons would be attacked. He did not know what would happen after that, but the rest he was sure of. It was obvious, it was inevitable, and it was unfair.
Why wouldn’t Odd help him? He went to bed that night with the question ringing in his head. And in his dreams, he saw an egg. And that egg hatched, and out crawled, a tiny, BLUE, mudokon. There was hope yet…
What’s gonna happen now Mica’s back? Will he really kill Nicou? Who is this mysterious BLUE mudokon (if you don’t know the answer to this one I give up)? Find out the answers to the questions you don’t already know, in the exiting, chapter 10!
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