She looked up. Yukon, who was leaning against a tree, smiled at her. "Good morning!" he said cheerfully, as though he had forgotten the traumatic events of the prior night. "I figured you could use a pillow and blanket," he said, though Alaska had already connected the dots. "Looks like those knitting classes I was telling you about came in handy!"
Alaska allowed a smile to creep onto her face. "Thank yo-" she began.
Just like last night, she never got to finish her conversation.
 |
| Source: Penguin Expert |
She had heard a creaking noise coming from the tree. "Look out!" she screamed.
Yukon barrel-rolled to the left to another tree as this first one came falling down. Then that tree began to come down. He barrel-rolled again. A circle of trees began to fall, narrowly missing the two, who fled the clearing.
It all stopped.
The two sat there for a moment. "You forgot a vowel," said Yukon. A smile began to creep onto Alaska's face......and that's when the second thing happened.
The mud beneath them began to plummet into the ground. Alaska's foot was stuck. She began to sink into the large hole.
"Yukon!" she screamed. "Yukon!"
Everything went black as mud engulfed her face. She thrashed with her entire body, trying to escape.
She heard footsteps running above her when she stopped yelling. Footsteps running away.
And then, everything stopped. Alaska was at the bottom of a twenty foot hole.
"I'm coming, Alaska! Don't worry! I'm here!" Yukon yelled.
Footsteps began coming towards her. The mud began to fall again.
"Go back, Yukon! Go back!" she yelled.
 |
| Source: J0sh95 |
Footsteps were nonexistent for a moment, as Yukon absorbed this odd request. He then ran the other way. The mud stopped.
"Yukon, you're setting this off somehow. Did you get a rope or something?" yelled Alaska.
"Yes! Yes, I did!" Yukon yelled.
"Throw it into the hole! I'll climb out!"
"OK..." Yukon threw the rope into the gaping mud pit. Never one to be very coordinated, the rope missed its mark. It was now about ten feet from the other side of the hole.
"Sorry!" he yelled. "I'll go get it!"
"No!" Alaska screamed. Yukon came forward and the mud started again. He ran back. The mud stopped...again.
Yukon placed his food forward. Mud storm. Backward. No mud storm. Forward. Mud storm. Backward. No mud storm.
"Go around this time, Yukon." Alaska said calmly. Yukon did so and then threw the rope again. It fell into the hole and Alaska climbed out.
Coincidentally, there was a stream near their location. Alaska made for it and Yukon followed.
The water was calm. Alaska washed herself in it for a moment, getting the mud off, until Yukon came.
The water started forming in waves and pushed Alaska under. She tried to yell, but the sound came out as only a gargle. She was whipped around again and again.
Yukon ran away. The water stopped.
Alaska surfaced and heard the calm trickle of water as some droplets, that had been flung into the trees above during the event, began coming back down. She was now completely free of mud, alright. She opened her eyes.
She looked at Yukon who was around a dozen feet away. Even from this distance, Alaska could tell he was crying.
"Why do I keep hurting you?" he asked through sobs.
To Be Continued
No comments:
Post a Comment