Fairy Rock

Chapter 33: The Dangerous Swamp

Deep in the North Forest of the World of the Fairies, Mr. Jenkins peeks his head out of the blue bushes adjacent a turquoise maple tree as he and his wife are hiding deep into a mosquito-filled swamp in the fairy world. The light from an orange star in the black sky reflects off his forehead, showing his bushy gray beard.

He and his wife are relatively thin from the lack of food in the dangerous wilderness they now call home. He sees a pink toad with navy blue spots on it, hopping on a lime green log with burgundy marsh spread all over it. One frog will not be enough for all of us to eat. Hopefully, more will come out.

He slowly crawls out of the bushes and watches the little amphibian jump off the log and onto a beige leaf pad, floating on the dead bug-infested white pond. "I have to catch him now."

Mr. Jenkins runs full speed into the swamp and swims toward the toad. It quickly escapes him and leaps away into the water.

"Darn it! Darn it! We haven't had any food in two days. What are we going to do?"

He swims out of the water and creeps back through the tall blue grass. He crawls inside a five-foot hole that the Johnsons, his wife, and himself have dug to hide from the fairies.

A very skinny Mr. and Mrs. Johnson have created a fire by rubbing two green stones together. Mr. Johnson scratches a spider out of his scruffy brown beard. "Did you have any luck finding food?"

Mr. Jenkins kicks the red sand on the ground. "No, I didn't!"

"We been in this land for years, and I still cannot get used to the different colors of the dirt, the bushes, and the grass," Mrs. Johnson says.

"All these colors here in the North Forest seem to be the worst. At least this white water we been drinking isn't poisonous." Mr. Jenkins mentions.

The three notice Mrs. Jenkins squirm into their human-made bunker. Her bra and torn jeans are dripping in blue mud.

Mrs. Jenkin throws hundreds of orange worms and green centipedes she has caught in her wet t-shirt on the floor. "We are in luck. I found something that we can eat."

Mrs. Johnson closes her eyes and turns her head away as she tries not to gag on her red soiled-stained blouse. "Eeew!"

Mr. Johnson cringes. "We cannot eat any more worms!"

Mr. Jenkins peels grass off his sticky skin. "It's the only way that we are going to survive."

Howl! Howl! Howl!

"Darn it! It sounds like there are dark wolves outside," Mr. Johnson whispers.

Mrs. Jenkins tosses dirt onto the flames. "Everyone! Help me blow out the fire."

Mr. Jenkins pulls out a nine-millimeter handgun with one bullet left in the chamber. "No one make a sound."

The dark wolves' sturdy legs and the footsteps of their furry paws cause the bunker to quake and pink pebbles to fall on their heads as the beasts are directly above them.

They can see the malicious animals' sharp-edged claws pierce through the top of their hideout, and the group duck for safety. The weight of the three-hundred-pound wolves break one of the gray wooden poles that help keep the bunker stable.

Mr. Jenkins bites his lips while thinking about a couple of years back when his police officer comrades and the National Guard of Fairyville soldiers attempted to kill Queen Vanessa after the wicked queen and her army found their hideout. Sergeant Taylor commanded the troops to fire their last rounds of ammunition, killing several ogres and dark wolves.

Queen Vanessa drew her sword and swiftly sliced nearly every officer and soldier with the mighty blade. He remembers how Sergeant Taylor dived on top of him, protecting him from the queen's attack. The sergeant was bleeding from a wide gash on his back, and the brave leader told him with his dying words. "Do whatever you have to do to survive."

I'm lucky to be alive because Sergeant Taylor shielded me with his body, and the queen did not see me. We have been able to evade her army for this long, but now our time may be up. I will not allow my wife to get caught and become a slave.

Mr. Jenkins comes out of his thoughts as he smells the horrific odor of the dark wolves' drool. There is no light in the hole, and the smoke from the putout fire blows onto the surface.

Growl! Growl! Growl!

The dark wolves catch their scent and smell the smoke from the bunker. They began to dig into the hole, making it bigger. Growl! Growl! Growl!

Mr. Johnson grabs a spear that he made with a knife and long stick that he found in the forest. He starts poking the wolves with it, pushing them back. "Somebody, give me a cigar! I need to concentrate."

"We ran out of cigars, honey," Mrs. Johnson replies.

Mr. Johnson rubs off the blood from the wolves' paws off his hairy face. "Darn it!"

"The spear is not going to hold them back for long," Mr. Jenkins states.

"You can kill one of them if you shoot it in the head," Mrs. Jenkins says.

More wolves start digging into the bunker from every direction. Blue dirt and sand fly into the group's afros.

Mr. Johnson, Mr. Jenkins, and Mrs. Jenkins shake their heads to get the soot out of it.

Mrs. Johnson gets a knife and stabbing one of the creatures. "Stop concentrating on your hair and start trying to kill these things."

The beasts stick their gross, hideous heads into the bunker, attempting to bite everyone in the group.

Mr. Jenkins points his gun at one of the creature's heads and pulls the trigger.

The monstrous dog's face gushes with blood.

Mr. Jenkins cleans the gore out of his eyes. "Darn it! The bullet didn't kill it!"

Mrs. Jenkins gets on her knees and prays to God. Almighty Father in Heaven. I come to you for help. Please save us from the dark wolves. You are all invincible, and I worship you with all my heart. If not me, then please rescue the others. Please, Jesus, help us! Please help us! In Jesus' name, Amen.

The holes the dark wolves are making are almost big enough for them to get into it.

"At this point, we all need Jesus," Mrs. Jenkins believes.

As death knocks on their door, the group kneels next to Mrs. Jenkins, and she prays again.

"Almighty God, please give us the strength to defeat these horrible monsters. We ask you for your grace, we ask you for your mercy. Heavenly father! Please give us the power to defeat these demonic enemies. In Jesus' name, we pray, Amen."