A Gourd-geous Tale

If you summed up some the deeds he's done With one word, it'd be ouchie

Wormwood was sprinting around the patch of trees near the field his cows always grazed. He knew this forest well but all that knowledge melted away in the panic, like when you study for a test but then forget everything during it. He kept getting farther rather than closer. He turned a corner to see a living wisp of shadow with a blade turned towards a frightened Carnation.

"WELL WELL WELL" The cat turned to face Wormwood. Wormwood kinda stared at this criminal. They were quite short... like way shorter that expected. Their face was weird and shiny too and it's voice sounded like a buzzing bee in a way.

"WHAT DO YA WANT YA MUSH-HEAD"

"I would like to have my cow back... please!"

"OOH?" The cat purred. "THIS IS YOUR COW?"

"Yes?" Wormwood shakily replied.

"WELL TO BAD!" They did a small laugh. "IM NOT GONNA GIVE UP ON SOME FREE GRUB! NOW SCRAM!"

"Please!" Wormwood begged, nearly on his knees. "I will give anything, You can have my land, my ranch, heck even my hat if you really want it! Just please let her go!"

"OH!" The rascal looked right at him. "BUT I DON'T WANT ANY OF THAT!"

"Then what do you want?!?" Wormwood asked feigning tears

"WELL... THE ONLY THING I WANT MOST IS JUST TO INFLICT PAIN!"

Wormwood looked devastated at the sadist. Then as if pulled by puppet string he started to run at the offender. They look startled as the two ran into each other. The cat fell and disproved the saying that cats always land on their feet, and in fact landed on their head.

Wormwood also fell over and landed on his back. He got up with haste and made his way over to his cow and oh-

oh that's not good.

The cat's hat had fell off and they were twitching a lot and sparking a ton... hopefully it would catch any trees on fire.

He kneeled beside the cat and sat them up and then the sparking got worse... so back down they went.

...Okay so now what? He couldn't just leave them there! They would catch the trees on fire and that would be bad for the town! Also you know, this probably wasn't good for them. Hgh!!

Maybe he could leave the cows for just a bit, and find them a doctor, like it was his fault so it's his responsibility right?

He scooped the collapsed piece of metal and tried to not have any of the sparks hit him. This couldn't be that hard right?

Alright he was wrong, it was a tad hard to find a doctor to take care of them, for multiple reasons. First that they weren't even organic. So there wasn't no doctor who could help. He also tried a mechanic but she didn't fix em either. Wormwood just cleaned and wrapped their head. The sparking seemed to die down, but they weren't awake yet. Wormwood was starting to set up the camp and tend to his own wounds, just some bruises and a cut that had stopped bleeding a while ago. He looked around him.

Gosh it was so empty. He had gotten used to the herd being around him that for them to not be their felt like he had forgotten something while packing. His mind started worrying about them, he hoped that nothing had got at the cows while he was on his mission, whether it be thieves like well, like the one next to him, or natural predators. Like if their was nothing hunting the cows he wouldn't have a job!

The metal clump groaned and Wormwood turned his head to look at them. They were covered in lots of scratches and dents too. Guess that's what happens when you live here.

...Maybe he could help. He started to wrap up some of the scratches, trying to make sure no more dirt would get into it.

There! that may help them a bit!

They pulled one of the covers over them before tucking in themself. Hopefully they would be awake tomorrow.

They fell asleep after a while. Tomorrow they will (hopefully) not go through another near death experience.