chapter 3 time to cook
"Who has got the bread?"
"the bread, the bread is on the stone ready to be cooked in the bowl"
"good". The trolls skin looks wrinkly like old people dull and lifeless. Their green skin looks like the only thing keeping them alive.
"Hey guys what exactly are you going to do with me?"
"Well since you ask the evil giant bees take away trolls food, so trolls have no food, so trolls eat you"
Dr Finkle floats around in the water like bones in the dead sea.
"sprinkles, sprinkles, where are the sprinkles?"
"here master, over here."
They pour the sprinkles into the bowl like a waterfall that flows gracefully. Red, yellow, pink, blue there are so many colours.
"I need to find a way out of here," thought Dr Finkle to himself. He scanned the room for an exit but none were in sight. He looked up to the roof to see a hole "now all I need is to find a way up" thought Dr Finkle. He searched the room for items to help him escape but he couldn't find any. Then he got an idea.
"hey, guys don't you think I'll cook better in the sun, not in the dark"
"food has got an idea, good idea" "troll number 1 be right, let's take him outside to cook and turn into the chicken." The trolls carefully lift Dr Finkle out and walk him outside. Once they get out there the stupid little zebra runs as fast as he can and as far away from the cave as possible. Of course, Dr Finkle would be tired after his long run he would have to rest so he looked around to see a giant castle. He stood at the entrance to the castle as the tower loomed over top of him. The door creaked open. The wind whistled. Dr Finkle strolled into the castle carefully watching each footstep and alert for any movement. Something rustled in the corner of the room. Slowly stepping towards it in fair Dr Finkle shakes "come out come out wherever you are" Says the thing in the corner and out comes a pig?
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Evil Doctor Finkle
Short StoryA story about a little zebra trying to find his way in the world. Btw I wrote this when I was 9 so........... It suxs :)