Ever wonder what it would be like to live in the woods with people you have never met before? Always looking for a way out, knowing there may not be one. That's what it's like for Me, Wilson P. Higgsburry. But let us start from the beginning. I awoke to find myself laying on my back, looking at the sky. All I remembered was falling asleep in a cabin in the woods. I looked around me, only to find myself alone. "Of course," I thought, "why would anyone be in the middle of the woods?" Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something move. I stood up and walked closer to the location and saw a large, light blue egg. "What in the name of science is that?" Out of curiosity I picked it up. "Well it is rather large. Larger than any other egg I've seen. I wonder what kind of bird this came from." Suddenly looking at it more closely I noticed a small crack starting to form. "Oh my lord. A baby bird is hatching. What do I do?" Looking around, I saw a few twigs and some blades of grass. "Of course, I shall make a fire to keep us both warm." I gently placed the large, blue egg in a bush and walked over to the twigs. "Let's see, If I were to keep the egg warm that would require about nine sticks. If I were to keep myself warm that would require about twelve. There are only seventeen sticks. So, I'll just take all of them." Picking up the sticks, I noticed something was wrong with my arm. It was all black and glowing. "Holy mother of Neptune! What happened to my arm!?" I dropped the twigs and looked at it. "Is this some sort of curse? Maybe when I fell asleep some chemicals spilled on my arm." Looking closer at it a long, slender ghostly female flew out. "Hello Wilson." I was shocked. How is this scientifically possible. "Um…hello there." A sickly smile appeared on her slightly translucent face. "Don't be afraid of me. I'm your friend." I didn't know if I could trust her. She sounded nice, but there was something about her I just couldn't put my finger on. "Well, because you're attached to my body I suppose I have to trust you." The wretched looking spirit chuckled darkly. "Perfect. Oh where are my manners. My name is Percival, you can call me Percy." I reached out the shake her hand until I remembered she was my hand. Instead I joined my hands together and 'shook' them. 'There, that's what proper gentlemen do.' Percy chuckled. "I just want you to know that it is possible to make physical contact with me."
I'm proud of this.
