Chapter 2: Day 1 (cont'd)

After several minutes of looking at each other with great suspicion and trepidation, I decided an expedition was in order. We gathered our things and headed to the zoological park, so I could introduce my foreign guests to a great menagerie of exotic creatures in their not-so-natural habitats. The tall one informed me upon arriving that we had missed lunch. Oh, dear. I stared at my wristwatch with great amazement, as the time it displayed did not match my other chronological devices. What witchcraft! It’s as if we were visited in the night by some time siren who stole away with an hour of our existence.

So, we made way to the nearest place in the animal sanctuary where we could take our afternoon repast. I purchased $20 worth of victuals for myself and my two intrepid voyagers.  My guests are incredibly efficient creatures. They only ate approximately $0.75 and $0.50 worth of food, respectively. That left me with $18.75 worth of leftover food to finish. It is as if they were trying to fatten me up, but why?

I must keep my wits about me. I cannot allow my chicken finger-induced sluggishness to knock me off my guard. The taller one is incredibly fast for such a short stature, and her increasing speed appears positively correlated with an inability to listen. (Science log – Hypothesis: I imagine all the blood that would normally go to the ear canal to power her hearing is diverted to her leg muscles when they are engaged in running.  Must arrange for laboratory time to investigate further.) The short one also has an intriguing gift. He is able to increase his mass ten-fold, thus making himself immovable, at a moment’s notice. I cannot prove it, but I’ve noticed that the two things seemingly happen simultaneously: the girl runs just as the boy turns into a boulder. If I were the paranoid sort, I would suspect they were acting in collusion.

We watched the zookeepers feed the wolves by throwing hunks of raw meat over the enclosure. The majestic animals gnashed and gnawed, crunching bones and tearing the sinewy morsels bit by bit. I was startled by a sudden push from behind. I turned to look and I saw my guests staring up at me with airs of forced innocence. Were they trying to push me at the zookeepers at just the time they were throwing the wolves their mid-day meal, in the hopes that I would be mistakenly provided as an additional source of delectable flesh for Canis lupus?    Surely not. Perhaps the humble narrator has taken too much sun combined with too many empty calories and has lost track of his imagination.

We will now head back from whence we embarked on our day’s pursuits, and prepare for the evening’s activities. In the distance, the storm draws nearer, and a murder of crows flies west towards the blood red sunset. My pulse quickens, as an unnatural sound echoes from the back of the vehicle. A quick inspection in the rear-reflecting mirror confirms my suspicions: my guests are fast asleep and the eerie sound is none other than silence.

Signing off for now,

Captain Timmy

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