Never Ending Story
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It soon became very cold, and the mutant bean laid there listless while it peered at the stars above its shiny body. A wampadoodle (half wampa and half doodle of course) sauntered on the soft grass and noticed in the moonlight, a mutant bean.
"Hello and what are you?" said the wampadoodle with an amused sparkle in its seven eyes. But the mutant bean just laid there in silence, frustrated that it had no mouth (or vocals cords for that matter) to reply back to this oddity that loomed over it.
"Aha! Genius!" the furry creature said with one finger raised. It dug through the folds of its furry hide and found a chunk of chalk. It then drew a mouth on the mutant bean. "There. Now you can talk."
The bean was humored by the innocence of the creature's expectation the bean could talk. However, the thought that it may have worked, piqued the bean's interest. So with a tremendous force of effort, it bellowed out, "I can't talk, I'm a bean you silly monster!"
After that, there was silence. The bean laid there in shock and thought, "I talked! I talked! How wonderful!" Before the bean could talk again, the odd creature had fallen asleep.
Soon the sun lifted itself up from the eastern mountain shield and daylight washed over the hilly glens and hillocks of flint. Even the bean fell asleep, as well as any bean could do, and awakened to the looming shadow of the Wampadoodle.
"I am Klak. Who are you?" the creature asked with a childish curiosity.
"I do not know. I am a bean. I've never been given a name." the bean answered with an astonished tone.
"I know, Klak name you Dat." Klak said with a shark like grin and bright yellow eyes opened widely.
"Dat? That sounds rather callow. I rather like the name Newt." Newt said with purpose in its voice. "Yes, I shall be called that."
Klak tilted his head and scratched it, in a state of confusion, then laughed and said, "Ha ha! Ok, you be Newt. I be Klak. Friends you and I be?"
"Sure. I'd like that Klak." Newt said.
Klak picked Newt up and placed Newt in a small bottle on his belt. Newt was happy to feel protected now. The worries of being eaten by crows were gone and they both traveled a great distance to a rocky shore of a great river.
Klak reached into his fur once again, and pulled out a pole. He then unearthed a worm and yanked it out of the earth. Then Klak climbed upon a tall rock tree with a wide brim of stone that hung over the river like a gigantic mushroom. "Klak hungry. Klak fish now."
Ah what a wonderful and sunny day. Newt sat in the bottle, shaded by Klak, and watched Klak catch fish one after another. Suddenly something jarred Newt in his bottle! Then again! Klak was struck by something and he rolled over onto his back.
Two large men with clubs loomed over and looked down at Newt. "Strange, this creature has nothing but junk. Look at this bottle, it just has a bean in it."
The other man replied, "Bah! Just toss it aside and let's figure a way to bring this beast back to the village to get our reward."
So the skinny man who discovered Newt, tugged the bottle off the belt and threw it towards the middle of the river. The bottle crashed on a stone just below the surface and Newt rolled out into the river. As Newt bobbed on the water the chalk had begun to wash away.
"No! Klak! Save me! Save...." Nothing but the light roar of the river was heard after Newt's final plea.
As Newt floated on the current of the river, a shadow was noticed below the surface of the murky water.
"Hello and what are you?" said the wampadoodle with an amused sparkle in its seven eyes. But the mutant bean just laid there in silence, frustrated that it had no mouth (or vocals cords for that matter) to reply back to this oddity that loomed over it.
"Aha! Genius!" the furry creature said with one finger raised. It dug through the folds of its furry hide and found a chunk of chalk. It then drew a mouth on the mutant bean. "There. Now you can talk."
The bean was humored by the innocence of the creature's expectation the bean could talk. However, the thought that it may have worked, piqued the bean's interest. So with a tremendous force of effort, it bellowed out, "I can't talk, I'm a bean you silly monster!"
After that, there was silence. The bean laid there in shock and thought, "I talked! I talked! How wonderful!" Before the bean could talk again, the odd creature had fallen asleep.
Soon the sun lifted itself up from the eastern mountain shield and daylight washed over the hilly glens and hillocks of flint. Even the bean fell asleep, as well as any bean could do, and awakened to the looming shadow of the Wampadoodle.
"I am Klak. Who are you?" the creature asked with a childish curiosity.
"I do not know. I am a bean. I've never been given a name." the bean answered with an astonished tone.
"I know, Klak name you Dat." Klak said with a shark like grin and bright yellow eyes opened widely.
"Dat? That sounds rather callow. I rather like the name Newt." Newt said with purpose in its voice. "Yes, I shall be called that."
Klak tilted his head and scratched it, in a state of confusion, then laughed and said, "Ha ha! Ok, you be Newt. I be Klak. Friends you and I be?"
"Sure. I'd like that Klak." Newt said.
Klak picked Newt up and placed Newt in a small bottle on his belt. Newt was happy to feel protected now. The worries of being eaten by crows were gone and they both traveled a great distance to a rocky shore of a great river.
Klak reached into his fur once again, and pulled out a pole. He then unearthed a worm and yanked it out of the earth. Then Klak climbed upon a tall rock tree with a wide brim of stone that hung over the river like a gigantic mushroom. "Klak hungry. Klak fish now."
Ah what a wonderful and sunny day. Newt sat in the bottle, shaded by Klak, and watched Klak catch fish one after another. Suddenly something jarred Newt in his bottle! Then again! Klak was struck by something and he rolled over onto his back.
Two large men with clubs loomed over and looked down at Newt. "Strange, this creature has nothing but junk. Look at this bottle, it just has a bean in it."
The other man replied, "Bah! Just toss it aside and let's figure a way to bring this beast back to the village to get our reward."
So the skinny man who discovered Newt, tugged the bottle off the belt and threw it towards the middle of the river. The bottle crashed on a stone just below the surface and Newt rolled out into the river. As Newt bobbed on the water the chalk had begun to wash away.
"No! Klak! Save me! Save...." Nothing but the light roar of the river was heard after Newt's final plea.
As Newt floated on the current of the river, a shadow was noticed below the surface of the murky water.