The Hike

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  • Dedicated to Ben
                                    

I don't remember when we hit land, I just remember that I was awakened by a bump and the pungent smell of Horned Walapus Fluids. Yuck. I rubbed at the pain in my neck. Pauline and Ralph must have been asleep too because I sensed them jerk awake and silently gasp. "We're here." A man outside the crate said, "Come." Soon, it sounded like a group of people started whispering farther away from our crate. I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Suddenly, there was a splintery creaking sound. "Birche!" Pauline screamed. She and Ralph huddled together in a corner of the crate, farthest from me. "Birche!" She screamed again. I looked above my head. Just as I did, the blade of an axe smashed through the wood above my face. I yelped. It would've been embarrassing if the situation weren't so dangerous. I frantically scooted to the corner with Pauline and Ralph. It was like the men didn't care if we lived or not. The wood broke more and more as the axe hit it. After the roof of the crate was completely demolished, a Chinese man looked down at us as if we were dead bugs. "Something tells me that these guys aren't so friendly." I whispered to Pauline. She nodded. All of a sudden, the man yelled at us, "Get out!" Ralph hopped onto my shoulder as we all scrambled out of the crate. I could still smell his 'fluids' on him. It was a hideous stench. The man shoved us to his other friends.

They led us up a path into a forest. We were starving and thirsty. All of the men stopped and ate a delicious-looking feast for lunch, but didn't spare a bite for any of us. Luckily, I found a hidden mulberry bush and we all pecked at the small, tender berries for lunch. Then, we were back on the path. Finally, we reached a clearing. I could see that the path led up towering mountains. And on top of those mountains rested the Great Wall of China.

It would take us days to get up there. And if the men didn't share their food, we would die of starvation! And if we died of starvation, we could be no use to the United States military, just wasted time. Which was why I couldn't let it happen. I turned out to be right. It did take days. But the men threw us decent sized pieces of bread three times a day and gave us some water to drink to last four days.

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