"Yes, I am very well aware of figurative phrases. I hear them in every conversation that I have every single day", replied Will.
"Good, that's besides the point. Now, why did you make an attempt to take my food?" asked the mayor. "Because I feel hungry as a bear", answered Will. "No, I don't think that you would be this hungry because you ate all of the pizza yesterday", replied the mayor. "Well, I feel quite hungry this morning. Can you let me take something?"
asked Will. "No", answered the mayor. "Okay", replied Will, who had taken some of the items of breakfast food from the mayor. He started to walk with the breakfast food. Mayor Stone looked around his tent wondering if there's any food missing because he is getting ready for breakfast. He noticed that some of the breakfast food disappeared. He emerged from his tent in his checkerboard pajamas. "Get back here", he shouted. His shout echoed. Thirty seconds later, Will returned to the mayor. "What do you want?" he asked, holding the stolen food behind his back. "So, I want to know where the food is", answered the mayor. Will pointed to a random tent. "It's in that one over there", answered the benevolent alien. He started to laugh. "Where's the food?" asked the mayor. "It's in that tent over there", answered Will.
"Okay, if you are assuming that it is in the tent over there, why are you holding your hands behind your back?" asked the mayor.
"Because, I feel like it. I need to cool my hands down", answered Will. "What are you holding behind your back?" asked the intuitive mayor. "Things that you eat", answered Will. "Are you trying to fool me and contradict my wisdom and intuition?" asked the mayor. "No, sir", answered Will. "Can you show me the food that you're holding?"
asked the mayor. He raised his right eyebrow as Will started to slowly show the stolen breakfast. "So, did you steal my breakfast?" asked the mayor. "Yes", answered Will nervously. "And, why did you really steal the food you dirty dud?" asked the mayor. "I am sure you are very well aware of the talking fox. Right?" asked Will. "Yes, I am surprised I remember him. But, please, continue", answered Mayor Stone. "So, continuing on, it is extremely hard for him to fend for himself and get breakfast for himself. Now, imagine getting a meal for four hungry stomachs." He paused and then continued, "I am sure that you'd be charitable enough to give somebody food if they were hungry, especially at breakfast time." "Good point", replied the mayor.
"Really?" asked Will. "Yes, the only thing that you did wrong was not ask me permission for my food. If you would've asked permission, I would've definitely said yes without even thinking twice or three times", answered the mayor. "Thank you, so much", replied Will. "No, problem", said the mayor. "So, does this mean that I am going to be getting the food?" asked Will. “Yes", answered the mayor. "Can I get more food?" asked the benevolent alien. "Sure, answered Mayor Stone. "Thanks", replied Will. The alien walked into the tent to retrieve one more item, which is the drink. He retrieved a one gallon carton of freshly squeezed orange juice. He also retrieved a small garbage bag to carry all of the items. He then returned to the fox's dwelling. He knocked on the small door. About twenty five seconds later, Jack answered the door.
"Grab this bag", said Will. "Okay", replied Jack, who received the bag and placed it in the living room. From there, Will crawled through the tiny doorway and, he made it back into the abode after one minute of crawling through. "Can you increase the size of your little door?" asked Will. "Why would I do that?" asked Jack.
"Because, big guys like me can't fit comfortably through the door and, that means that I will not be able to enjoy all of the comforts of your abode", answered Will. "Perhaps, I might grow. But, that'll be a never thought. So, I guess it will always be hard for you to visit my abode", replied Jack. "Okay", replied Will sarcastically.
"Alright, let's start preparing the meal. It is seven o' clock in the morning and every single soul is fully awake and alert. "So, what took you so long?" asked Light. "I was somewhere", answered Will.
"And, where were you?" asked Jack. "I was at Mayor Stone's tent. I was going there to retrieve the provisions that are necessary. These are the items that I retrieved", answered Will. He walked down the shale stone stairs and, placed the necessary items on the table. "You got a lot", said Tom. "I know I did", replied Will.
"I think you got too much", said Light. "Okay, now you're over exaggerating", replied Will. "I know that. I was just adding some pun to the conversation", said Light. "Okay, real funny", replied the benevolent alien sarcastically. Jack walked down the stairs into the dining area. "What y'all talking about?" asked Mr. Woodston.
"Nothing important. Why do you want to know? Are you writing some sort of a book?" asked Will. "No. I just have a curious mind", answered Jack. "Well, have you ever heard of the story of the curious cat?" asked Will. "No", answered Jack.
"The curious cat was on a hunt one day to find fish. She went to the ocean. All of a sudden a shark jumped up, bit her on the nose, and the cat was no longer seen again. The End", replied Will.
"Alright, this is a stupid story and I don't need to explain to you as to the reason why I have such a curious, cat-mannered, and inquisitive mind", said Jack. "My point being that questions can get guys somewhere and cause progression. But, at the same time questions can cause a regression", replied Will. "Okay, whatever", said Jack.
"Yup, you disregarded and don't give a care in the world about what I have to say", replied Will. "Hey, that's not true", said Jack. "Says who?" asked Will. "Says me", answered Jack. "Guys, let's not fight like a bunch of girls. I am tired of all of this fighting", replied Light.
"Yeah, is it necessary to fight like this?" asked Tom. "Well, I guess not", answered Will. "Same here", answered Jack. The male fox walked over to the pantry to find a matchbox. He has to ransack the disorganized Pig Sty of a closet. Finally, after looking hard he discovered the matchbox. He opened it and not a single wooden fire starter is present.
"Oh, crud", he said. He slammed his hand against the wall and, a picture frame had fallen that featured a household portrayal of he and his wife. The picture frame shattered into one hundred and fifty thousand pieces. Fortunately, none of the glass shards ended up hitting Jack. The fox returned back into the kitchen. "Looks like somebody is going to have to go out and get me some matches and kerosene", said Jack. "And, what do you expect me to do about it?"
asked Light. "I expect you to go out and get me some matches and kerosene so, that way we can light this thing on fire", answered Jack.
"What thing?" asked Tom. "You've got to be kidding me", answered Jack. "The firepit, you stupid fool." "Well, there are three fire pits in here. I don't know which one you're talking about. To, what firepit are you referring to?" asked Tom. "The primary one", answered Jack. As, he answered the question, he pointed his second index digit on his right paw over to the primary pit. "Thank you", replied Tom.
"So, anyway, more importantly, I would like to know about who would be willing to go on the hunt for a filled matchbox and kerosene. Take your time. But, somebody must do the job for me because I can't do it on my own. After all, I'm only one fox now, living in a big dwelling", said Jack. The room remained silent for a couple of minutes. Now, it is time for someone to make the ultimate decision to help Jack. Eventually, someone came up with a decision.
"So, is anyone willing to find me a matchbox and some kerosene?"
asked Jack. "Yes", Will answered immediately.
"Will, you're always the energetic one of the group. You did a tremendous amount of work trying to find me some breakfast. But, now, it is somebody else's turn to do something for me. Who'll do it for me?" asked Jack. The room is dead silent. "Fine then, who is officially going to do that for me?" asked Jack. "I'll do it", answered Will. When he answered the question, he jumped up in excitement like a kangaroo jumping. He started to run up the flat stone stairs and he dashed out the door. From there, he decided to return back to the tent area. However, he didn't travel to Mayor Stone's Tent this time.
He moved over to the tent that had a picket sign in front of it. This sign showed
the business's name. Will walked past the picket sign and, he stole a kerosine can.
"Yes, glad that's out of the way", he said to himself. His burden is not lifted off of his back, yet. He tried to sneak into the tent.
He opened the tent door of the hardware guy. This tent is unoccupied.
There are several items featured in this tent from products as simple as nails and screws to products as complex as solar paneled power generators. Will is raiding the tent to find the matches. It is a laborious task to find the matches. As, he's ransacking the tent, he is mumbling to himself about how hard it is to find the matches. All of a sudden, the benevolent alien discovered the matchbox. He checked to see if it's loaded with the matches. As a result, the box is filled to the brim.
He walked out of the tent. He started walking.
Three steps to the left and three steps to the right. The reason why he is walking in this fashion is to avoid the shambolic area with all of the shovels and oil generators. He then returned to his normal walking. About thirty feet away from the tent, he is being stalked by a malicious person who is three feet taller than his (Will's) height, this anonymous person has a husky built. This person has a beard and, he is bald. He is wearing a flat cap. He is far from gentle. In fact, he is carrying a machete with him. This person is a shapeshifter. His skin has the capacity to change from a normal Caucasian human color to a red Starmos Alien Color. He is wearing a police style uniform in the disguise of a Starmos Royal Officer. This anonymous shape shifter flashed the machete in Will's face. He (Will) bounced back. "Oh my God, who are you?" asked Will. "I am your worst nightmare. I am the royal police from Starmos City. I'm looking for you and two other guys. So, come with me or, I'll behead you with my sword", answered the anonymous malicious alien.
"No, you're not going to do this. You are a sick freak", replied Will. He kicked the gigantic officer in the kneecap. The officer did not fall. "So, you're planning on messing around with me, eh. Are you trying to under estimate my power? Do you know what I can do to you?" the Goliath-sized officer asked angrily. "No, sir", answered the intimidated Will. "If you are bold enough to kick me in the knee, why are you so scared of me all of a sudden?" asked the anonymous officer. "I'm afraid because you're a big hunk. And, I am this little six foot tall alien. But, one thing that I must say is that you are a malicious pig and, you should go to the place where you belong", answered Will. "What is your name?" asked the officer. "I'm not going to answer you until you give me your name", answered Will. "Excuse me, who are you to make me explain myself?" asked the cruel officer.
"I am Will Von Alien", answered the innocent alien fugitive, Will. The heartless, cold officer laughed. "You're so stupid that you incriminated yourself that you're a wanted fugitive", said the anonymous officer.
"Now, I want your name", replied Will.
"Now, that you incriminated yourself, I will give you my name. My name is Officer Brutis", said the alien officer. "Okay, Brutis, it is nice to meet you", replied Will. He put his hand out to shake the officer's hand. When, he did that, the honcho sized officer reached for his shackles in his heavy belt. Will noticed the officer trying to retrieve the handcuffs. "May I see your hand?" asked the officer. "Sure", answered Will. He presented the officer with his right, four-fingered hand. The officer cuffed that one hand. "Now, you're under arrest. And, can I have your other hand?" asked the officer. "No, you're going to arrest me and take me to that brute Cornelius", answered Will nervously. The innocent fugitive started to flee from the gargantuan, Goliath sized officer.
"You can run, but you can't hide", yelled the officer. Will ran, he made a daring leap into the valley. He landed on his back.
Fortunately, he didn't injure himself. "Where are you?" the shape shifting officer asked loudly. "I am over by the pond", answered Will.
The officer not only is the size of Goliath as compared to Will.
However, he has the intelligence of Goliath. He gullibly walked over to the pond. While he is doing that, Will ran into the dwelling of Jack Woodston. He crawled through the tiny wooden door of the abode. He is breathing heavily. Jack walked up the shale stairs into the living area. "So, why are you back so quickly?" he asked. "Because, I was fleeing from one of Cornelius's officers", answered Will. "You know what; we will discuss this at the table. For now, where's the kerosene and the matchbox?" asked Jack.
"Right here", answered Will. He presented the male fox with the filled matchbox and the kerosene. "Good job. At least, you have the things that I needed", replied Jack. Will walked down the shale stairs, past the dining table, and he placed the kerosene and loaded matchbox in front of the primary pit. Jack entered the kitchen a couple of minutes after Will. He (Jack) arrived at the primary pit. "The kerosene and matchbox is all ready for you. Now, what you'll have to do is to dump the kerosene into the pit, light one of the twelve matches, and, ignite the fire", said Will. "Thank you very much.
You're a very chivalrous man", replied Jack. "Your welcome, no problem", said Will. "No, you really went beyond what I told you and, you're a really chivalrous guy", replied Jack.
"Thank you", said Will. He sat down at the stone table. Jack walked over to the pantry to retrieve the two-pronged, metallic can opener. It is a challenge for him to open the kerosene can. He finally managed to get the can open after five attempts. He dumped the kerosene in the primary firepit. From there, he opened the loaded matchbox, lit one of the matches, and tossed it on the poured kerosene. A massive fire ignited in the pit. Fortunately, the fire didn't cause an effect to the rest of the house. He retrieved his clay-iron pan and brought it over to the dining table. "What ya' doin' with that pan?"
asked Tom. "Cooking the waffles", answered Jack.
The male fox retrieved the waffles. He is cooking the waffles on the clay-iron pan. From there, he returned to the pantry to get the two rugged, clay pots. He opened the grits and the oatmeal and placed the two different products in two different pots. The food was cooking. BANG, BANG, BANG! The wooden front door is suddenly making a loud noise. "What's going on?" asked Light nervously. Jack walked away from the primary pit. "I don't know what that chaotic loud banging noise is. But, it sounds pretty absurd. There must be a crazy nut job behind the door", he answered. "Who's that dud behind the door?" asked Tom. Will started to walk back up the stairs nervously. "Why are you going up?" asked Jack. "Because I think I know who it is behind the door", answered Will. The banging is increasing in volume.
"Let me in", shouted the mysterious one behind the door.
"No", replied Will. The benevolent alien looked through the hole in the door. The one behind the door is the enormous officer, who tried to apprehend Will. "Let me in", shouted Brutis, the Starmos officer.
"No", yelled Will nervously. "What do you mean, 'no'?" asked the officer angrily. "No means know, you stupid, clobberhead, dingohead", answered Will. "What did you just call me?" asked the officer angrily. "You heard me", answered Will.
"That's it. You're going down. You are nothing but a little instigator", replied the officer. "Oh, I'm so scared", said Will sarcastically. "You better be scared", replied the officer. Brutis started to punch the weak wooden door. After three punches, his fist started to show through the door. He punched the door one more time. The wooden door just fell. His face started to show. The officer tried to crawl through the door. It is a struggle for him to enter the house. He managed to make it halfway through the door. Finally, he is stuck in the middle of the door because he has a forty inch, round stomach.
"The beast is in. Get a crowbar or a broom", shouted Will. "Who are you calling a beast?" asked the alien officer.
"I am, and there's nothing you can do about it 'cause you're stuck there", answered Will. Tom walked up the stairs with a broom and, he gave the broom to the benevolent alien. "Now, it is time to give you a taste of some medicine", said Will. "And, what kind of medicine would that be?" asked Brutis. "The Broom and some other type of a thing", answered Will. He started to strike the officer with the broom. Af
ter being struck, thirty times with the broom the officer did not get injured in any way shape or form. "Looks like your method didn't work", said the smart aleck officer.
"Really, so you think that I am this weak guy. Wait to see what's next", replied Will. "Ooh, I'm so scared", said the officer sarcastically. "You better be scared", replied Will. The innocent alien fugitive dashed back down the stairs. He retrieved the remains of the kerosene can. There is a scarce amount of liquid in the kerosene can.
"Why are you getting the kerosene can?" asked Light. "Because, I need to do something important", answered Will. The benevolent alien dashed back up the stairs to the door where Brutis is stuck. "So, what do you think you can do now?" asked Will.
"I guess nothing", answered the husky alien officer. "That's right. I have full control over you", replied Will. "Okay", said the officer. "Here's a can of soda. Drink it", demanded Will. The alien gave the can of kerosene to the officer to drink. The officer ingested the kerosene liquid and, the drink digested in his stomach. He belched a huge flame of fire. The belch launched the officer five hundred feet backwards. "Goodbye, you crazy jerk face", said Will. It is a huge amount of solace that the brutal alien officer is now out of sight. The benevolent alien retrieved the door that is off of the hinge. He placed the door in front of the thirty six inch opening.
He returned down to the kitchen. The food was ready to be eaten. Breakfast has been cooked. "Would you mind getting the dishes and bowls?" asked Jack. "No, I wouldn't mind", answered Will.
"Okay, they're over there", said Mr. Woodston, who pointed to the pantry. The chivalrous alien retrieved the pottery plates and the clay bowls. He then set the table. From there, he retrieved the pots of grits and oatmeal and, he placed the two bowls on the table first. That's the appetizer. Everyone filled their bowls of either the grits dish or the oatmeal dish. Jack sat down. "Will, can tell me about the encounter you had with that arrogant officer?" he (Jack) asked.
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