“Tell us a story, Little Kid!” begged the guinea pigs. It was Friday night, and on the weekends the piggies were allowed to stay up a bit later than usual. They liked to come inside the house to play with their nocturnal friends, and to chat with Mr and Mrs Keeper’s kids until the kids had to go to bed at 8.30pm.
Little Kid was well known for her stories. When she was not at school, she could be found ambling about in the garden, making up fantastical stories as she went. She would typically be followed closely by Big Kid and Baby Kid – her faithful audience – as well as at least a couple of guinea pigs.
“All right, what sort of story do you want to hear?” asked Little Kid. She was actually in the process of making chocolate brownies. All that was left to do was to add some walnuts, which Mr Keeper was chopping up for her.
Puffy suggested, “Can we have a princess story?”
“No!” Cutie exclaimed, “We had that last week!”
“What about a space travel story?” asked Blacky. “I am presently fascinated by the vacuumic void existing beyond Earth that contains a low density of particles including chemical elements as well as electromagnetic radiation, magnetic fields, neutrinos and cosmic rays." (For why Blacky currently talked like this, see “Blacky and the Storm (Part 1)”).
After a moment of complete silence, during which everyone felt rather dizzy for some reason, Little Kid coughed and said, “Um, I have a story in my head right now. Kind of like a thriller. You guys want to hear it?”
“Yes please!” chirped all the guinea pigs, Banana the python and Marbles the gecko. Knobby the bearded dragon was long asleep, and the frogs as usual were more interested in hopping around the enclosure, chasing out all the crickets hiding behind the plants.
“Okay, here we go!” said Little Kid, sliding the chocolate brownie mixture into the oven and setting the timer. “In the dark of the night, a shadow lurked within a grove of ancient oak trees. The tall vegetation provided perfect cover, and the shadow slowly crept forward. It was a werewolf with pitch-black fur and eyes the colour of an intense, yellow sunflower.”
Most of the guinea pigs were already huddled together, and Curlsy hid behind a leg of the wooden table. Big Kid, who had just gotten a rat out of the fridge for Banana’s weekly meal, now quickly popped the rat in hot water to defrost, and sat down to listen.
“The werewolf was hungry,” continued Little Kid. “It didn’t eat deer, it wouldn’t hunt rabbits, and it detested farm animals. It certainly wouldn’t touch vegetables.”
Marbles asked fearfully, “What did it like to eat then?”
Little Kid turned towards him with a terrible grin, “It wanted to eat…. guinea pigs!”
“Vreeeeeeet!” screeched all the guinea pigs, and Curlsy sank her teeth uncontrollably into the wooden leg of the table.
“Guinea pigs with their furry flesh and blood of red, that was what it wanted to eat!“ cried Little Kid in dramatic tones. “In that dark oak grove was a guinea pig village. The tall yellow grass hid the guinea pigs, but now also hid the werewolf. Little piggies were playing in the dry grasses. They had eaten well, and were waiting for the adult piggies to tell them they were to lie down for the Dark Time...”
“Excuse me!” interrupted Banana the python. “All this talk about eating is making me hungry! Can you check if my dinner’s ready please?”
The guinea pigs looked at her resentfully. Big Kid stood up to get Banana’s rat ready and said to his sister, “Can you bring Banana over here?”
“Sure. Come, Banana!” Little Kid picked Banana up and carried on with her story, “The werewolf really wanted to eat a little piggy tonight, they were looking so delicious! He wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood! He wanted to feel their screams and taste their fear! He wanted to sink his giant teeth into their fleshy skin… OWWWWWWWWW!!!”
“VREEEEEEET!!!!” screamed the guinea pigs, running off madly in all directions.
“OWWWWWWW!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING BANANA???” screamed Little Kid, “Let go of my hand!”
Everyone stared: Banana had sunken her teeth into three of Little Kid’s fingers!!
“LET GO BANANA!” screamed Big Kid.
Banana blinked in confusion, stared at the fingers she had in her jaws, stared back at Little Kid. But did not let go.
“What happened? What happened?” alarmed by all the screaming and shrieking, Mr and Mrs Keeper ran into the room.
“Beeeeeep! Beeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeep!” went the oven, putting in its two-cents worth.
Mr and Mrs Keeper were unable to talk reason into Banana, so they were forced to put her head under a running tap until she opened her mouth to take a breath, letting go of poor Little Kid’s fingers. Then she was relocated to her dining tank and given the defrosted rat instead of human digits.
Afterwards Banana was profusely apologetic: she wasn’t sure what happened!! It seemed when she heard about the werewolf sinking its teeth into flesh, her brain suddenly got really confused and thought she was already eating her rat! And being a snake, once she was in food mode and had a prey in her mouth, somehow she couldn’t snap out of it.
Little Kid forgave her, and had a great time telling her teacher and classmates all about her exciting snake-bite weekend. And that night many of the poor guinea pigs had nightmares about a werewolf with scary yellow eyes chasing them around the garden.
So that was the unfortunate end to Little Kid’s werewolf story. No one wanted to find out if the werewolf actually got to eat anything.
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