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Lost in the Middle of Nowhere: Part Two

by Littlejoy

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Survival

When I woke up, I felt something on my back. Oh no, it must be some strange, horrible animal! I jumped up to try attacking it in the dark, fumbled around, and it didn't make a sound, feeling it with my paws, I realized that it was just another part of the jet. I walked around and saw that I was in a forest, and that I was lost here. The jet wouldn't be able to fly again, so I'd better start building my shelter here. With my Shoyru blast, I cut down a tree, split it into pieces, and after 6 hours, and arranged them into a small shack supported in a hole slightly made in a rock. The shack was small, could fit about 4 Shoyrus that's my width, and 4 inches above my head.

I was lucky to have my leather jacket with me, because for the night, it was freezing. I did a little puff of Magic Torch into a pile of sticks so I wouldn't burn the whole shack. I fell asleep from exhaustion. It was hard to sleep onto it, and the middle of the night, my tail rolled into it, and I burnt it on accident. Crying myself to sleep again, I thought about my mom, my friends, and my pet Warf.

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When I woke up the next morning, there was nothing to eat. And how my stomach grumbled! I ran all over for my food, but there's none. Then, an idea sprang into my mind. Racing to the broken down jet, I searched through the rubble for my luggage. Of course, there might be some stuff there, but maybe not. After all, even though the jet crash-landed only about a few meters away from the ground, it still didn't fall that much...then..."AHA!!!!" I screamed triumphantly, I held up my luggage, opened it, and found my favourite Aisha T-shirt, my Blue Cap, some NP *wouldn't be useful*, a small dagger, and....a blue lipstick! I didn't forget the backpack either, but it was shaking in a weird way.

My heart pounded so hard, it was like a hammer. I reached for the backpack, and daringly opened it. I screamed for more than 5 minutes!

"Popcorn!!!!" it was my Warf. "WHAT were you doing? Hiding in my backpack? Did you get hurt in the crash-landing? Why didn't you pop out and tell me you were in there?" I had forgotten *for the millionth time* that only Faerie PetPets could talk. Popcorn whimpered, and showed me her bruises and I rubbed them.

Then, I looked into my backpack, and remembered that I had a Sausage Omelette, Bacon and Broccoli Omelette, Crispies, Neowaiian Bread, and 10 packages of make-it-yourself Chamomile Tea. Hastily, I took a big bite of the Sausage Omelette, took another bite, and left rest for Popcorn, she was a good Warf, she didn't eat any part of the food while she was stuck in the backpack. "We'll save the rest for later." I reassured her, for she was looking as if I wanted to eat the rest of the food myself. Meanwhile, I thought, "How long could we survive with only this much food left?"

To be continued...

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