When Jack had fallen into the firepit, crunching noises were heard due to the snapping fish bones. Below those dirty fish bones, are food scraps that dated back months ago. Surprisingly, flies or insects are not able to be seen in the secondary firepit. Mrs. Woodston laughed in amusement.
"Looks like you can't get out of there", she said. "Oh, yes I can. It's not going to be easy. But, I will manage to get out of this pit in some way", he replied. "There's a fat chance that you will be able to get out of there", said Mrs. Woodston. "Really, you wanna' bet?"
asked Jack. "Yes", answered Mrs. Woodston. "And, what do you want the bet to be?" asked Jack. "Your life", she answered. "Okay", he replied. Jack screamed for help and, the benevolent alien, Will ran down the shale stairs. "Do you want to mess around with my friend?"
he asked. "No", answered Mrs. Woodston. "That's what I thought", replied Will. He walked over to Jack, who is lying in the secondary firepit.
"What are you doing here?" he (Jack) asked. "I am here to rescue you from your wife", answered Will. "Yeah, I know that she's nothing but a witch", replied Jack. "Now, I am going to rescue you", said Will. He reached his arm into the secondary firepit. Mrs.
Woodston walked quietly to Will, who is reaching his arm to rescue Jack. She pushed Will into the secondary fireplace. He twisted his foot in a three hundred and sixty degree turn and, he grabbed the wife, who had the attitude of a witch, and tossed her into the primary firepit, which is being used. There is a flame still in the primary firepit. The female fox's fiery colored fur burnt in the flame of the primary firepit. Her red fur turned to the color of charcoal black. After thirty seconds of sitting in the flame, Will pulled her out immediately.
"So were you right in the way you treated your husband?" asked Will angrily.
"Yes, I thought it was just and right", answered Mrs. Woodston boldly. "No, admit that you're guilty", replied Will. "I am not guilty", said Mrs. Woodston. The primary pit is flameless and, he pushed her in the pit. After pushing her into the pit, he returned to the secondary pit where Jack was present. "Are you going to rescue me?" asked Mr.
Woodston. "Yes", answered Will. He pulled Jack out of the secondary pit. Finally, Mr. Woodston was free from the pit. And, Mrs. Woodston was screaming. "Please help me", she yelled. Jack and Will walked up to Mrs. Woodston. "Why should I help you?" asked Will.
"Because, I won't do anything wrong to you again", answered Mrs. Woodston. "I will decide whether you get out of the pit or not", replied Jack. Both, Will and the male fox are having quiet conversation to the point where Mrs. Woodston would not be able to hear the dialogue. "Should I rescue her?" asked Jack quietly. "No", whispered Will. "Come on, she's my wife", said Jack.
"Okay, I'll let you rescue her only under one condition", replied Will. "And, what would that be?" asked Jack. "You will not pull her out unless she repeats this phrase: 'I am sorry that I did this. It was not just and it was wrong what I did.' If she says that, then I will show some sympathy for her and I will apologize for throwing her in the pit", answered Will. The conversation of whispers between Jack and Will officially ended. Mrs. Woodston is still in the pit. "Okay, honey, we'll pull you out only under one condition", said Jack. "And, what would that be?" asked Mrs. Woodston.
"Well, I'll tell you", answered Jack. "Okay", she replied.
"Now, you will say this: 'I am sorry that I did this. It was not just and it was wrong what I did.' Now, repeat the phrase", said Jack. "Okay", she replied. She repeated the phrase that Jack told her to repeat. Will and Jack reached their arms to the female fox. They pulled her out of the firepit. "Do you want to watch some more television?" she asked nervously.
"Sure", answered Will. They turned on the channel SW. The SW Channel is the Sports World Channel. The show that is presently on the television is the SW Football. On an average football team, there are typically twenty two players. However, there are fifty players on the football team that belongs to the SWC. Twenty five football players are featured on the defense side of the team and twenty five football players are on the offensive side of the team. The CC Bulls versus the GC Cows are the teams involved in tonight's game. The game just begun and, Jack Woodston was cheering. "Oh please", said Mrs. Woodston. "Hey, why are you saying 'oh please'?"
asked Jack. "Because I don't feel like hearing you cheer so boisterously about the game", answered Mrs. Woodston.
"It was bad enough that I had to end the fighting between you two earlier. Don't cause a de-ja-vu. I don't feel like having to settle another dispute", said Will. In the abode, everyone was watching the football game. Meanwhile, Tom has been in the placid pond. He walked on the beach grumbling to himself about the fact that he can't find his friends. He started walking on the trail leading away from placid pond. It is half past ten in the evening. Pure darkness caused the trails to be practically invisible to the average human eye. He accidentally walked off of the trail onto the leaves, which crunched loudly. All of a sudden, he fell into the abode of the foxes. He fell in Mrs. Woodston's spot and, crushed her. "What brings you over here?"
asked Mr. Woodston.
"Say, you must be the fox that talks", answered Tom. "Yes, yes, I am", replied Jack. "Come on you silly string-head. Why would you be living here?" asked Tom. "Because, I have intelligence and the spirit of Discovery", answered Jack. "Yeah, I don't know what it means and, nor do I care to know what it means", replied Tom.
"You're crushing me", said Mrs. Woodston, who was under him. "Oh, I didn't realize that, you mysterious person", replied Tom. He jumped up from sitting on the couch and, he felt shocked when he noticed that he was sitting on the female fox. She stood up. She turned off the T.V.
"I have a confession to make", she said. "And, what would that be?"
asked Jack.
"I am a spy for the alien government in Starmos City. I learned about everyone in town and, I found out who was imprisoned in Starmos City. From there, I found out that Tom Jackson, Will Von Alien, and Light S. Cycle escaped the Alien Estate where the ruler Cornelius resides. I secretly transmitted the information about the location of you guys. So, I basically incriminated you. I am guilty of doing that. I am against all Earthlings. So, do whatever you want to me", answered Mrs. Woodston.
"What?" asked Jack. "Yeah, I am for Cornelius Von Alien's scheme and, I am here to help him so I can move out of this dump and reside in his palace", she answered. "Let's get her", said Will. His lime green alien pigment became an angry red pigment after finding out the ugly truth about Mrs. Woodston. His eyebrows crinkled and his lips became tighter to the point of cramping. His adrenaline is at a high level. He ran over to the female fox in anger and he showed his fists. He carried her and held her by the neck in a chokehold. She tried to bite him; but, she couldn't move her head. Adjacent to the T.V. is a wooden barrel. He placed her in the wooden barrel and sealed it. She is gasping for air.
"Let me out", she said. "No", replied Jack. He laughed at her.
"What should we do with her?" asked Light. "We'll take her out of here and leave her in the woods", answered Jack. "I don't know, she has the potential to escape. So, what should we do with her?" asked Tom. "I have no idea", answered Jack. "How about we throw her into the pond?" asked Will. "Sure", answered Tom. "Then, let's get a move on", replied Light. Jack remained at the abode. The trio of fugitives walked up to the placid pond. It is now a quarter to eleven o' clock in the evening. "Should we really do this?" asked Light. "Why wouldn't we?" asked Will. "Because, Jack wouldn't want his wife to die", answered the kind shapeshifting robot. "What does he care?" asked Will. "I will take sides against you", answered Light. "Fine. Then, we shall dump the barrel into a small valley and, leave it there", replied Will. "Okay, that sounds like a much better idea", said Light.
"Granted, I don't agree with your idea. But, I think it will be more beneficial than drowning her", replied Light. The trio of fugitives returned to the abode. It is now eleven o' clock in the evening and all of the fugitives are fatigued. Upon arrival, the fugitives wal
ked into their own individual guest room and had fallen asleep. Eventually, Light walked into the guest room and he'd fallen asleep at midnight.
For eight hours, not a single soul is to be heard and the abode will finally be silent and tranquil.
Chapter VII: The morning at the Woodston's abode, and the fight with Brutis
The next morning is a beautiful and glorious start to a new day in California County. The bright sun is shining in the big, bedroom window. Tom Jackson is still asleep in his guest bedroom. His bedroom window is a hexagonal shaped window. And, below the window, is a shelf with nick knacks. The bedroom has a huge, emperor sized bed. He is sleeping under a zebra fur blanket. He is wearing his day clothes in his sleep because; he didn't have any time to prepare for the evacuation. There is not a T.V. in the room. On the two sides of the bed are nightstands. These nightstands are a far cry from a typical, modern nightstand. These nightstands are made of stone that are very soft but, not brittle. The lamps on the nightstands are also quite unique and anachronistic. These lamps are oil lamps that depend on a candle for brightness.
Another unique feature about the nightstands is that both nightstands had shelves instead of draws. The shelves in the guest room are empty. The floor is made of stone. On the cold, stone floor is a quilt that's made of Bear Skin and Fur. Tom started to wake up. He stretched his arms and yawned. Followed by that, he removed the blanket from his body. It is now half past five in the morning and, he started to get up. Finally standing, he started to walk into the kitchen.
He is walking as slow as a turtle and, his eyes are squinted with dark circles. He crashed on the shale stone table and, he walked over into the kitchen. Light eventually emerged from his bedroom. He could barely walk. Every time he made a step, his metallic skin covering would make a grinding, sulfuric noise.
He arrived into the kitchen and, the ear piercing, mindtwisting noises caused Tom to be fully awake. "Oh my God, What's that noise?" asked Tom angrily. "It's my kneecaps. I need to oil them", answered Light. "Okay", replied Tom. "Is there a sink in here?" asked Light. "No", answered Tom. "There's no running water here." "Well, is there olive oil around here or cooking oil?" asked Light.
"Check the pantry", answered Tom. Light walked to the pantry with his knees grinding. He ransacked the pantry and caused a large mess in the middle of the Right Hallway. Fortunately, he managed to be able to find an oil. A smile appeared on his face. He retrieved the oil and he doused himself with the yellow, high viscosity liquid. He returned back to the dining table. "What a relief", he said with a feeling of solace. "I think it is more of a relief to me than you.
At least, I don't have to listen to your ear piercing walking", replied Tom. Will is the third one to emerge from his own bedroom. He felt better than Light and Tom. He fleeted a foot into the kitchen. "Are you ready?" he asked in excitement.
"What are you talking about?" asked a drowsy Tom. "Are you ready to wake up?" asked Will. "No", answered Tom. "Oh well, it is your problem", the alien replied in joy. Will is running in one spot.
"Hey, Light, do you wanna come out for a mornin' jog with me?" he (Will) asked. "No", answered Light. "Why not?" asked Will. "Because I don't feel like it, that's why", answered Light. "Is there a problem?
asked Will. "No", answered Light. "Well, why don't you feel like going for a morning run then?" asked Will. Light hesitated. "Because, I don't feel up to it", he answered.
His answer was a secondary answer. He didn't want to jog because; the evil aliens might be potentially in town. Granted, Will is an alien from Starmos City. But, he is not one of the malicious aliens.
"Okay, well I'm going", replied Will. He ran up the shale stairs to the living room and he ducked down. "No", shouted Light. The energetic, charged up alien returned back to the dining area to Tom and Light.
"Why do you want to run out?" asked the shapeshifting robot.
"Because I need to get some calories burnt off. Besides, I hate sleeping. It's your problem if you don't want to run", answered Will. "I have another reason as to why you shouldn't be running in the woods alone", replied Light. "And, what would that reason possibly be?"
asked Will. "Because the harmful aliens have returned," answered Light. "And, you know about this because?" asked Will.
"Because, I knew that this twenty four hours
evacuation was
taking place for an important reason. There has been probable cause for this evacuation to take place", answered Light. "And, your point being?" asked Will. "Because, these aliens are on a massive witch hunt for you, me, and Tom. We could all potentially get recaptured and taken in as hostages by those disgusting brutes", answered Light.
"I guess I care", replied Will. "So, if you care, you'll stay over here and, not go by yourself into the woodlands", said Light.
"Okay, you're right, I won't. Besides, what's the sense in going in the nice, natural woodlands that are adulterated by aliens when I am an alien myself. So, I guess I must've adulterated the woodlands", replied Will sarcastically. "Okay, so does that mean that you'll be staying here?" asked Light. "Oh, yes", answered Will sarcastically. He started to walk back up the shale stairs. "Why do you want to leave so quickly?" asked Light. "Because, I told you earlier that I am trying to loose some weight. Don't you remember that I was a chef at one time?" asked Will. "Yes", answered Light. "Okay, so can't I burn off a couple of calories?" asked Will. "Sure, you can", answered Light.
"Good, then I will do that in a half hour", replied Will.
"Alright", replied Light. Jack awakened and he walked at normal pace into the kitchen, where the trio of fugitives are having their discussion. Surprisingly, Tom is the quiet one. However, when Jack entered the room, Tom started to open his mouth. "Good morning", said Tom. "Well, hi Tom", said Jack. "How are you?" asked Tom. "Good, and you?" asked Jack. "Very good", answered Tom. "So, guys how did you enjoy your night?" asked Mr. Woodston. "I slept like an infant", answered Will. "It was a very comfortable evening", answered Light. "This was the best sheti I ever had", answered Tom.
"Well, thank you for admiring the comforts of my abode", Jack replied. "Now, I am not so energetic because it is typical for any living creature not to be charged up", he said. He sat on the seat at the shale stone table. "Do you want me to stay here even though I am about to go for a jog?" asked Will. "Yes, I need you to stay here for a couple of minutes and then you can go on your morning jog. And, I am surprised that you want to move at a quarter to six in the morning", answered Jack. "Well, I can't stand sleeping. Sleeping is the ultimate enemy in my eyes. I think that sleeping is for a bunch of lazy people", replied Will.
"Well, I sleep. In fact, I sleep for four months straight throughout the year. Have you ever heard of such a thing called 'hibernation?'" asked Jack. "No, I was not taught about hibernation", answered Will. "Well, hibernation is when an animal sleeps in a part of a year because it is too cold. We decide to pig out and become like fat whales. But, as we sleep, we metabolize and, then we go hungry again", replied Jack. "Interesting", said Will. "Now, I need somebody to go on a hunt to find breakfast. Would anybody be willing to do it?"
asked Jack. The benevolent alien raised his hand. "I'll do it", he said.
"Okay, you'll have a job to take from one of the tents some grits, oatmeal, waffles, eggs, and some oj", replied Mr. Woodston.
Will retrieved his headband out of his pocket. He took off his chef jacket and he is wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt underneath his actual chef uniform. He had the appearance of a stereotypical jogger. "Goodbye. Be back in three", he said. "What do you mean 'be back at three'?" asked Jack. "I will be back here in three minutes", answered Will. He started running in place and breathing for fifteen seconds. After that, he dashed up the shale stairs fast as a cheetah. He dashed through the living room. As he started approaching the door, a loud boom was heard. He crashed into the door. As a result, a large bump emerged on his head. He immediately disregarded the injury from the collision and he crawled through three foot doorway.
He continued running. It is now six thirty in the morning and the sun has risen. He ran up through the valley and he ran over to the campsite. Featured at the campsite, one hundred tents.
Each tent looks the same and he ran over to the mayor's tent. He sneaked over to the mayors tent in a tip toe. He walked so quietly that a soul with sharp hearing could not hear him. He opened the tent door very slowly. After two minutes of opening the door, he reached his arm inside of the tent. The mayor is out cold. He retrieved a couple of cans of grits and oat meal. Followed by that, he retrieved a bag of waffles. And, then, in the back of the tent is a cooler, which features an abundance of drinks. The mayor's stomach growled. In his sleep, he is thinking about food. A cloud bubble emerged over his head thinking about food. The cloud bubble featured a hamburger.
"Hamburgers" the mayor said in his dream. After saying that, he started to drool like a Saint Bernard. A ton of saliva left his mouth. He sprung up from his sleep. "Food", he screamed. "I'm so hungry that I can eat an alien." He grabbed Will and started to gnaw on his arm like a dog chewing a bone.
"Stop", shouted the benevolent alien. "Who is saying stop?"
asked the mayor angrily in his sleep. "I am. It's me, Will", answered the innocent alien. "Who is Will?" asked the mayor. "It's me Will, the fugitive from the Alien Estate", answered the former alien chef. The mayor started to awake from his long sleep. "What are you doing here?" asked Mayor Stone. "I am here to retrieve food", answered Will. "What do you mean you're here to retrieve food?" asked the mayor. "I want food", answered Will. "Well, you're not getting a single bit of my ration because I am starving to death", replied the mayor. "Literally, starving to death?" asked Will. "No, if I was starving to death, I wouldn't be one hundred and ninety pounds overweight, and I would have been a dead duck. I'm sure that you heard of figurative phrases", answered Mayor Stone.
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