Chapter 2: Trouble with friends
Slaga huddled up next to a tree. He seemed to have an angry look on his face. Then, some other sligs came up to him. "Hi! Wanna do something together?" Asked a person. "Okay." Slaga replied. They crawled into another part of the forest. They seemed to be getting deeper in the forest. "Um, where are we going?" Asked Slaga. "You'll see." Said a person. They kept on crawling.
When they stopped crawling, Slaga saw a mudokkon dummy hung by it's neck to the branch of a tree. Slaga made a silent gasp. "Cool, huh?" Asked a person. "It get's even better. I stole my dad's mechanical pants. Using the gun attatched, were goanna shoot this mudokkon dummmy, showing our sligish pride." Said another slig. "Since you're new to us, you can shoot him first." Said the last slig as he handed the gun to Slaga. Slaga was shaking the gun in fear. He did not want to shoot a mudokkon, not even a dummy of one. "C'mon. Do it." Said a slig. All of a sudden, all the sligs were saying "do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!". Salga was struck with fear. If he didn't do this, the sligs would hate him and leave him. If he did, they would like him, but Slaga would feel guilty of what he did.
Suprisingly, he dropped the gun and crawled as fast as he could, far away from the other sligs. "That kid is wierd. I'll shoot the dummy." Said a slig. After running off, Slaga heard a gunshot. Slaga did a big sigh. He went on looking at the trees and plants.
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