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|Woody and Zipper's Great Adventure (standard:fantasy, 1719 words)|
|Author: Ian Hobson||Added: Oct 16 2005||Views/Reads: 2401/1115||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|He knew about the monsters. His mother had warned himů|
Woody and Zipper's Great Adventure ©2005 Ian Hobson Woody stopped for a moment beside the shear cliff face and looked out across the vast dry plane that stretched much further than he could see. He was finding the terrain difficult, as the surface here was soft and springy and yet full of cracks; not deep enough to fall into, but they slowed his progress. He thought that perhaps he should leave the cliff and its cool shade, but somehow he felt safer and less exposed beside it. He was beginning to have a few regrets. It was only two days since he had set out from home, yet it seemed like half a lifetime. He had managed to forage for food along the way but here in these barren uplands there was an unnatural lack of food. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.' That's what his Uncle Fraygus would have told him. Poor old Uncle Fraygus. Woody missed him a lot; and his stories of adventures in far off places. Life without Uncle Fraygus had become very boring. In fact life had become intolerable. Not that he didn't love his family, or feel loved in return. It was just that there were so many of them. Life at home was one endless round of visiting relatives: uncles, aunts, cousins - and nephews and nieces; crawling about the place and getting under foot. Even the neighbour's kids couldn't keep away; especially young Zipper. He wasn't a bad lad, but he was a little too inquisitive; always following Woody about and asking silly questions. Woody decided that it was time he continued with his journey. 'Put your best foot forward.' Another of Uncle Fraygus's favourite sayings came to mind. Woody looked down at his feet, wondering which foot was the best. It was difficult to decide with so many to choose from. Suddenly there was a tremendous pounding noise and the ground beneath Woody's feet began to tremble. Woody kept low against the cliff face. He knew about the monsters. His mother had warned him: 'If you hear them coming, keep very still and they may not notice you. But if they do; run for your life.' The noise grew louder, and with it came a gust of wind, and the earth tremors were the worst that Woody could remember. He was tempted to turn and run back to the safety of the cave beneath the cliff where he had spent the hottest part of the day. But he kept still and closed his eyes tight, and soon the monster moved away and the noise and tremors subsided. 'Did you feel that, Woody? That was a big one. I thought we was going to be squashed for sure.' Startled, Woody opened his eyes and turned towards the unexpected voice. 'Zipper! What in the name of tree-rot are you doing here?' Zipper was big for his age but still not quite Woody's height. 'I followed you. You never told me you were going on a journey.' 'Too right I didn't! And I didn't tell you you could follow me either! What would your mother say?' Zipper looked down at his feet. He was straddling one of the strange cracks in the ground and peering down into its depths, waiting and hoping that his friend would not send him home. 'And what would she say about you swearing?' ' "Squashed" isn't swearing,' exclaimed Zipper. 'My dad says it all the time.' 'Well I say it is,' said Woody. 'I remember what happened to my Uncle Fraygus.' 'Why, what happened to him?' Zipper loved stories almost as much as Woody; even the gruesome ones. 'Never mind that now.' Woody looked a little worried. 'I have to decide what to do about you.' Click here to read the rest of this story (151 more lines)
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