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Chapter Two
It was when he was seven, Alexander learned good talking could do. He was in the middle of an adventure with. The waves were high and the grass was soaked because of it. Nothing could stop the invincible Alexander Hamilton and Richard Ness. They were explorers, searching for a new land. Just like the new land that James had told Alexander about. The place sang to him. They couldn't take their time.
"Look out!" Alexander called to his friend.
Richard ran away from the trap that was laid down. He dodged branches and poison ivy from under his heels. Alexander grabbed his friend's hand . The sprinted to safety. Into a dark cave.
Inside their was a sleeping lion. Alexander put his finger to his lips, telling Richard to be quiet. They crawled past the lion. The two were safe.
But then there was a roar.
Slowly, the friends turned around. The lion had woken up! They tried to run, but the beast caught them by their shirts. The lion breathed on Alexander, making him go limp.
"Talk to me! Then I will go back to sleep!" the creature roared.
"Okay! Okay!" Alexander exclaimed. He gulped. "Um, my name is Alexander Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton. And there's a million things I haven't done. But just you wait. Just you wait."
The lion yawned. His eyelids started to drop.
"It's working!" Richard whispered.
"I'm, uh, seven years old. I turned seven two weeks ago. You-you… Want to go to sleep. Please go to sleep!" Alexander continued.
There was a loud snore. At last he was sleep. The lion's hands slowly let the boys go as he went into a deeper sleep. Alexander and Richard ran out of the cave. When they escaped, they were back in Richard's house. His little sister was screaming at the top of her lungs. Alexander took off his hat and gave it back to Richard.
"It's time for dinner, boys!" Mrs. Ness informed them.
Alexander talked his mouth off all night. The image if the lion still haunted him. He had to keep talking. As if he was running out of time. It was the only way.
His sudden interest in speaking more continued all night, the next day, the rest of his life. After a little while, it wasn't because of the lion Alexander talked. Just out of practice.
A habit that he would carry with him until the day of his death.
If you couldn't tell the part with the lion, was just in Alexander's and Richard's imagination. Sorry if that was not clear.
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