CHAPTER 3: Naked Mole Rat
Shrek held the Mp3 player up to his face. He read the name "Honey Bun" on the weathered label plastered across the back of the device. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't crazy. Shrek was sure that the lack of sleep and the outside world had caused him to hallucinate. Surely, he was, but he started to doubt himself because he knew that Honey Bun was Barry's secret nickname that only Trump used.
He started to browse throughout the Ipod, still trembling. Titles of the songs started to flash across the screen as Shrek's stubby, green fingers slowly dragged across the track pad. His large orge fingers prevented him from pressing the buttons causing him to take a long time to go through all the files. It seemed like there was a million folders and songs that he had to go through. We wasn't sure exactly what he was looking for, but he was determined to find whatever he can to prove he's not as mad as an asylum patient.
Shreks hands grew tired along with his eyes. It was a tedious process of opening folders, scrolling, and going to the next. A red battery flashed on the screen. Fear flooded through Shrek, he couldn't let it die. He scavenged through his room looking for a charger. Unfortunately, the Ipod was from 2008, and his tiny little updated charger couldn't fit in the Ipod's port. He shoved and shoved just hoping that some spark would happen, but to no avail, the screen faded black.
"Wha. No.. I...," a look of terror faced Shrek as he looked at his reflection on the dead screen of the only key of what could've cleared out this whole situation.
"ARRG," he slammed the Ipod onto the bed. Sharp pain traveled down his throat. Quickly, his hands grasped his neck and started massaging. His fit earlier caused his voice to strain, plus the countless hours of crying also did not help.
Shrek reached for his phone and picked up the ipod. He dialed the support line for Apple. As he listen to the phone ring, he started to grow anxious. Ring, ring, ring. The line must've been busy because it took awhile for someone to pick up. Shrek was about the end the call when a voice with a thick Indian accent picked up.
"Ello, thank you vor calling Aple support line, what is it that you need helping?"
"Could-," Shrek cleared his throat, "Erm, could you tell me who this Ipod belongs to?"
"Mm golly golly, very vell, sir, please give me the serial numba on de back of the Ipod, sir"
Shrek turned the Ipod over and began to read, "23"
"Tventty-three, sir, is that correct?"
"Yes. Okay, 23, 532, 54-"
"Excuse me, sir, I need you to calm, please slow down a little"
"Okay," the Indian man repeated number that Shrek said, "23,"
"VENTYTHREE,"
" 523,"
"FIVE TWO TREE,"
This went on for another 30 minutes.
"Ah, yes, sir, I see this number in our data base.... hip hip hip," he took his time reading the information, "Oh, no, sir, there is no name associated with this."
Shrek groaned, "Okay, thanks I guess-"
"OH wait! Sir, there seems to be an account that is linked to this IPod...hmm. Oh, yes, yes, It seems like this account bought an app recently, 'Hairless Mole Rat Baby Simulator.'"
"Anything else?" Shrek wondered why Barry would need that app.
"Mhm, this app was downloaded at 642 Me Swamp. Thank you very much, sir."
