Blahwaffle, a young skunk, was a normal little skunk, no different than you or I, but his destiny held an adventure far from normal.
"Mommy! Mommy? Where are you?" cried the little baby skunk. There came no reply. Worried and frightened, Blahwaffle curled up into a little ball and sucked his thumb.The next morning, he awoke to the sound of a tiny voice and the tickling of an antennae.
"Gim'me all y'ur watermelons!" shrieked the miniscule voice.
"Huh? What?" blinked the sleepy Blahwaffle.
"Are yeh' deaf? I says I want y'ur watermelons!!" came the voice again. Blahwaffle rubbed his eyes and looked around for the source of the odd sound. Finally, he looked down and saw it. It was a bright red and yellow snail! Suddenly curious, he reached out his paw and poked the little shell.
"HEY! Don't tuch me!!! You big oaf!"
"Oh, sorry!" Blahwaffle quickly apologized.
"You should be! Now give me all y'ur watermelons, or there'll be severe consequences!" threatened the snail.
"I don't have any watermelons", the baby skunk replied. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh don't play with me, skunkie, I know your trickery! Fine! If you don't give me y'ur watermelons, I'll just have to take them by force! Be ready to feel the wrath of my-
dead weed!!!!"
The snail start swinging the weed at Blahwaffle, but it was so small, and the snails muscles smaller, that the skunk could barely feel it.
"What? It does not paralyze you immediately? Of course! Y'ur local Skink Doctor has put a weed-protectant spell on you! I should have known! But you will not fool me this time!" Then the snail slowly started to crawl, as fast as he could (you could tell by the strain on his face), and after 10 minutes or so, he had left a good 5 inches or so of snail goo.
"Try to escape that, Skunkie!"
Blahwaffle just looked at the trail, bewildered of this snail's point, but getting bored.
"Is that supposed to do something, or..."
"What? You are not harmed?! Okay, smellypuss, this is the last chance you have to give me your watermelons, or ELSE!"
"This is the last time I'm going to tell you, I don't have any watermelons! Why don't you believe me? And WHY on Earth do you want watermelons and think you can get them from me!?"
The snail looked at Blahwaffle. And looked. And looked. He just stared.
"What are you doing?" Blahwaffle asked, quite annoyed that the snail didn't answer him.
"Shhh! Do not mess up my concentration as I use my laser-phsyki-mind-reading eyesight to tell me where y'ur watermelons are!"
Blahwaffle walked away.
"Where are you going?! I'm almost done frying y'ur head from the inside!" the snail squeeled at the butt of the young skunk.
To Be Continued...