“Sorry!”
We have now been trapped inside this mountain for two days. We’ve already eaten the last of our granola bars that we packed, thinking that we would be home in six hours, not stranded out here for days. This huge, scaly creature is not letting us go easily. I don’t even know how this creature found this cage or was able to bring it back to where it stays.
“Okay, Barry, I have a plan. I have noticed the creature’s daily routines. Every day at two o’clock, it slithers out through its back door and does something out there for five minutes. That should give us enough time to snatch the key hanging from the chandelier, unlock the cage, and run down the mountain towards the left side. On …show more content…
That will totally work! There is no way the creature will chase after us that far; it wouldn’t risk its life that easily.”
“Exactly, so I will grab the key; then you know what to do from there.”
“All right, Barry, it’s 1:58. The creature has just finished eating, so remember our plan.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it, don’t worry.”
As soon as the creature slithers out the back door, I stretch my arm out as far as I can. I just reach it.
“Yes, come on, Oliver, you have to hurry up!”
I almost drop the key, but recover quickly and manage to unlock the cage. Barry and I jump out and push a few rocks out of the way. We sprint for it, thousands of rocks trailing after us, but we must keep going and find that bike.
Barry and I are soon walking along the gravel road, hoping someone is kind enough to give us a ride.
Beep! Beep!
“Oliver, look, it’s Mrs. Pocham!”
“Oh, yeah! She will give us a ride for sure.”
“Hello, boys, what are you doing out on the side of the road on a snowy day like this? Here, hop in.”
“Thanks Mrs. Pocham!”
Once we are finally home, our mother keeps yelling at us and giving us some huge lecture about being more responsible. It isn’t even our fault that we made the wrong turn—well, at least it wasn’t mine. Barry held the map upside down. But who cares? Now we have an audacious story to tell our future