Pie's earliest memories were of extreme heat. Gradually he became aware of a red-orange glow. He grew and his skin toughened. Suddenly, the light changed. Cooler air washed over him. He shivered. Something fuzzy grabbed him and he flew through the air to land softly on a veritable ocean of wires. The great vessel in which he had lived was gone. He felt shipwrecked.
Pie was roused from sleep by noises. He was saved! A boy crept up from Pie's left. A tiger crept from his right. Surely one of these would help him, perhaps both!
The boy made a sound Pie didn't recognize, a snarl. The tiger replied with a louder version. The boy whipped out something bright and sharp and dangerous, a knife! The tiger unsheathed several dark and dangerous claws. Each moved closer, still snarling. Pie was confused; how would this help him get back into a nice, warm vessel to go home?
The boy, closer than the tiger, leaped suddenly, the knife descending. Sharp pain split Pie from one side to the other. By the time the tiger got to Pie, the boy had pulled half of him out of his metal exoskeleton. The tiger took the rest.
Rapidly finishing, the boy and the tiger licked their lips, grinned at one another, and fled the ship's kitchen before the baker returned.
THE END.
1 comment:
Oh,my! Poor Pie!
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