CHAPTER 7: WHAT SHE NEEDS
Wow! It's been a while guys. I'm so sorry.
I hate it when writers aren't consistent with their updates.
That night Stinky just couldn't get to sleep. He kept thinking about Lila and how sad and depressed she looked. After his thoughts quieted down, he felt his eyelids getting droopy, and finally he was asleep. Stinky was used to having crazy dreams; like the one he had about the giant pumpkin. In fact he was having another dream that began with that same event. A gigantic orange pumpkin shone brightly in the sunlight. Stinky accepted the same blue ribbon and trophy he won. However, right before he could make his acceptance speech he heard a sound.
A sound that, to Stinky, is one of the worst sounds you can possibly imagine. It was the sound of crying, and not just any crying; it was Lila.
"Excuse me everyone," Stinky said handing his awards back to the mayor.
Then to the shock of the audience in front of him, he ran swiftly past everyone. As he ran, the crying got louder and louder. "Lila," he thought. "I've got to help Lila." He ran and ran until he found her. She was on her knees in the middle of a field trying to save her dying garden. How Stinky's heart ached for her! He couldn't stand to see her suffer. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, but the only words that came out were:
"Lila...I'm sorry..."
"No matter what I do., it will never be the way it used to be," she replied, trying to wipe away the tears.
Before Stinky could get any closer to her, a fence surrounded her and the dreary garden. A sign grew out of the ground that read: "Authorized Personnel Only." What on Earth could that mean? Stinky began racking his brain to see if he could piece this dream together. For now, all he could do was try and get Lila's attention.
"Lila. Let me in," he called out. "Lila! Lila, let me in."
Lila slowly stood up and turned around to face Stinky. He saw that water was streaming down her face like a water faucet.
"I can't. I don't know if I can trust you."
"What do you mean? Miss Lila I would never do anything to hurt you."
"But you've hurt oh so many others Stinky."
"Like who?"
Suddenly, a strong wind blew past them both. Then, Lila began listing all the times Stinky had been an ungrateful friend. Like the time he and Sid picked on Harold because he liked Big Patty. Or the time he and Sid got Arnold in trouble because of Iggy's "big secret."
"You've been mean to oh so many others and you've laughed at other people's expenses. How can you tell me that you would treat me any differently?"
He was about to respond but he was interrupted. Interrupted by the same mystical disembodied voice that appeared in his last prophetic dream.
"Don't just stand there Stinky. Give her what she needs," it said.
"Okie dokie," Stinky says with a wink.
He then gives this depressed dream Lila a big kiss on the lips. He only wished that it was the real Lila.
"I meant the trophy, not that!" The voice yelled.
Stinky pulled away from the kiss and began to blush.
"Oh," he said rubbing the back of his neck with embarrassment. Then, he willingly gave her the trophy.
The dream Lila's eyes grew wide with shock.
"Stinky. No one's ever done anything as sweet, kind, and nice as this. You're oh so wonderful Stinky!" She said looking at him; the only thing separating them was the picket fence. Lila then walked over the opening gate and unlocked it.
"You deserve to be in my garden Stinky. In fact, you're the only one that does."
"Gosh," Stinky said blushing.
Before he got the chance to kiss her again, the sounds of the city woke him up from yet another crazy, prophetic dream. But now he knew what he had to do, and the contest was tomorrow.
