17 The Chase (1/2)

Back to Me

Walking down the streets, I nudged the wheel of bumpy cheese with my face. Whispers of curiosity, confusion, and disgust filled my ears.

”What is that thing doing?”

”Do you think that it's a Beast Man?”

”Eww, gross. It can't be. It doesn't have a collar on.”

”Maybe it ran away? Rotten thing. Doesn't know its place.”

”Should we throw a rock at it?”

I sighed internally. Instead of fussing over their offensive words, I turned my attention towards Miceter.

When I turned around, I saw a snake made of sausages slowly slithering in my direction. I couldn't see Miceter at all. He was completely hidden behind the sausage he was holding.

This whole scenario was hilariously ridiculous.

”Do you need any help?” I asked once Miceter caught up.

”Nope! I'm fine, Mister!” Miceter quickly replied. ”I can carry this just fine! Shoot, I can even carry a building all the way to the North Ice Pole if you want me to, Mister!”

I shook my head, a smile spreading across my face. The image of Miceter carrying a huge building over his head made me want to laugh.

”Alright, then. Let me know if you need any help, okay?”

”Okay.”

I continued to march forward while struggling to contain my laughter. I also made sure to avoid any puddles I saw. And, when I was too far away from Miceter, I made sure to wait while keeping the wheel of cheese standing with a paw.

Our somewhat peaceful march was interrupted when a loud shout disrupted the whispering crowd.

”Hey, wait up!”

Looking up from the dirty wheel of cheese, I felt as if I was dunked into a cold bucket of ice.

Running towards us from the distance was the stall vendor.