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How the Twister Fish Came to Whyville! Part 2

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How the Twister Fish Came to Whyville! Part 2

Editor's Note: This story is based on shelly1's original article, the Twister Fish gallery, contest, and winners. See the first chapter here.


by shelly1
Whyville Storyteller

Hi, it's me again! Here is the sequel to my story, I hope you enjoy it.

I woke up in pain, my head ached, my body felt so weak. I was tied and bound with ropes to a chair. Powerless to do anything, I had to work out a plan and use my brain to get out of this.

I had no idea what to do, I didn't know where I was, or how to get out of here. There was no sign of the fish.

I was in a small room, there was a small table in the corner with a notebook, a cup filled with pens, and a little chair. There were also some wooden crates scattered around the room, labelled Akbar's Face Parts. There was also some glass on the floor.

Since I didn't have any scissors, I did the next best thing. I tipped my chair over, grabbed a piece of glass, and started rubbing it against the rope that bound my wrists.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably only about 25 minutes, the ropes came loose and my hands were free. Then, as quickly as I could, I untied my feet and got up. I had a plan.

I ran over to the small table and opened the notebook. It was full of recipies for fried green tomatoes, but I found a blank spot. I grabbed a pen and started to write:

To anyone who finds this,

Help me! I've been kiddnapped! I was sucked into a whirlpool in the Whyville Pool. Please Help! I'm in a room full of boxes labled Akabar's Face Parts. It's very small and all it has is a very small window. I don't have any clue where I am! Please tell City Hall about this, she will probably know where I am. I'm being held prisoner by a big walking fish, I don't know if it is dangerous, but I would be careful if you happen to see it!
--shelly1

I folded up the note and stuffed it in my pocket. I piled up some of the boxes up to the window. I started climbing up the boxes, and then all of a sudden without warning the big fish walked in.

"Oh, no!" I thought. I started kicking the glass out the window just as the room suddenly filled with water. I swam as fast as I could to the top, but the Twister Fish wasn't far behind me.

Finally, I reached the top, gasping for air. As I felt something grab my legs, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the note. I had just enough time to throw the note onto one of the chairs that was floating nearby before the Twister Fish dragged me back under.

It tied me up again to a chair, but this time in a bigger room. It was like a living room. It had a TV and a couch; the wallpaper in some spots was torn and the floor was made of cement and there were paint splotches all over it.

I was in a big mess now. The Twister Fish was lounging on the couch, watching TV. There was no way I could escape now. I would just have to pray that someone would find my note, and sit tight until help came.

The Twister Fish had underestimated me before, it wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Well, that's it for this part. Tune in next time for Part Three.

Your devoted citizen,

Shelly1

 

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