"Snowbell," Mrs. Little crooned as she walked down the hall. I held my breath as she pasted my hiding spot. I sighed as she walked passed my hiding spot and out of view. "Hi Snowbell." "Aah!" I must have jumped higher than that plant I was hiding behind. I turned to the voice. Of course, it was Stuart. And of course he was wearing swimming trunks and smiling. But, why wouldn't he be? He wasn't me. He didn't have the fear of water that I've always had. I narrowed my eyes. Stuart backed away, nervously. "Why are you,um, hiding behind a plant?" SSSSSHHHHH! Are you trying to get me caught?" "No. I was just wondering." I strolled into the kitchen with Stuart in tow. Stuart climbed onto the island. "You're hiding because?" "Because I hate water!" I snapped. The Little family was going to Hawii for vacation. "You don't have to swim, Snowbell." "But have you seen the ocean? It's an evil cat killing machine! Also I'm afraid of water," I said. "Oh come on Snowbell! Hawaii vacation is a great time to start liking the water!" "There's no way out of this, is there?" "Nope." I sighed. "Fine."
"This just in. A disease was newly discovered in Hawaii. Not much is known. Might be caused by the newly discovered animal called the Deathbird. It is called that for all the small prey it eats," the man said on the news. We were on our way to Hawaii on an airplane. Stuart gulped. I suddenly felt a pang of sadness for him. Birds eat bugs, rats, and ,yes, mice. "Hey," I said, turning off the TV. "Don't worry about it." Stuart smiled at me, and I smiled back.
The hotel room was more like a suite. Mrs. Little put me down to explore. In the main room, where Mrs. and Mr. Little and George was going to sleep, was two kings beds. They had red covers and wrinkle free. Next to Stuart's room, was a balcony. George rushed to the bar of the balcony and leaned over. "George!" Mrs. Little exclaimed, as she rushed to him and pulled him away. I looked down from the balcony and nearly fainted. There, at the bottom, was the ocean. Stuart had no problem with this, however. He climbed onto the bar. Stuart smiled. A black thing far in the distance was coming towards us. As it got closer, I realized that it was a crow. " Stuart." " Can you belive it Snowbell? We're here!" The crow was now right behind Stuart. How he didn't notice, I don't know. Suddenly, it bit Stuart. Stuart closed his eyes and started to fall. "Stuart? Oh, I can't belive I'm doing this," I thought as I leaped onto the bar. Then, with my eyes shut, I jumped. "Snowbell!" George exclaimed, rushing to the scene.
"Dogs. Why do they get it easy?" I thought as I tried to swim. "Oh Stuart, I going to kill you!" I exclaimed as a huge wave rose in front of me. That wave nearly killed me. But once I saw Stuart, I regeted what I'd said. He was on a somewhat above the ocean's water, unconcisis, with his left leg spraged badly under a another somewhat above the ocean's waters. "Hi there." "AAAHHHH!" I looked up to see a seagull. A seemingly dumb one too.