"Don't worry, it's safe." The younger brother said, referring to the stick.
"Bloober! Bloober! BLOOOOOOBER!" Mia chanted.
"Bloober it is." The older brother said.
"I'm D.J., and he's Alvin." D.J., the younger brother, said.
Alvin was kind of cute.
"Heya! Could I use some here help!" Bloober said, as he fell over a bush. He got up eventually and ran around.
"AIEEEE!" It screamed. "Want to poop I!"
"What the hell?" Poppy said.
"Our invention could use some work." Alvin said. "Mainly to help it speak right."
His phone rang.
"Excuse me." He answered it. "Hello? Oh, hi Uncle Roberto. Yes. Yes. What? Really?" He sounded upset. "Yes, yes. I will, in time for your visit tonight. Yes. Bye."
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Uncle Roberto, aka Uncle Government."
"Government?"
"Yeah. He works for it."
"Cool!" Poppy said.
"I guess." Alvin sighed. "But he helped us create this thing," He held up his invention. "And now he says we can't use it. Something about a government law."
"Against creating life?"
"Yeah. I think. But he says we have to kill anything that's alive that we created by 6:00 PM tonight, when he and his team do their monthly city clean up."
"Why?"
"It's just not natural. He helped us make it for fun. It was never intended for creating real life. Just talking stuffed animals."
"Oh." I glanced at Bloober. He was still acting like a crack-head. "I bet we can just hide him."
"Where?" asked D.J.
"I know just the place."
YOU ARE READING
The Walkin' Stick
Teen FictionIt was just a normal day at the park with their little sister Mia. Until they found the creek, and two boys, and a whole lot of trouble, and a... walking and talking stick? ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Meet Shani and Poppy. Shani's the oldest and the leader of th...
