Lilo & Stitch and Mr. Midnight belongs to their respective owner.
Stitch's POV
The giant octopus could have been an island, that's how big it was. The top its monstrous head was black and evil. One of its eyes was fastened on me. It's tentacles - each one looking longer than six meters - waved waved and writhed high in the air, trying to snare our horse's legs.
"Hold on tight!" Custer ordered, struggling with the reins.
The vicious tentacles lashed around us. I could feel their breath as they whipped through the air near my head. Each of the eight arms bore a row of deadly suction cups. If one of those cups got a grip on our horse -
Our horse bucked wildly as it sought to escape the deadly tentacles. It was a dance of death. The wild horse pranced from side to side, while the tentacles sliced through the air around us.
Angel was screaming at me over the top of the gale
"Stitch!" I think that's a giant Pacific octopus," she wailed. "I saw a TV show about them. They're about the biggest octopuses in the world! Did you know the female can lay 90,000 eggs?"
I didn't know that. What's more, I didn't want to know that! Our lives were in danger, and here was a girl spouting off her knowledge!
"I don't care how many eggs it can lay!" I shouted back. "That dumb thing looks really dangerous!"
"It is dangerous!" Angel yelled. "Did you know it's basically made of muscle? Pure muscle, Stitch, that's why it's so strong! And it's not dumb! It's highly intelligent! The TV show said it's got this fantastic nervous system but only part of it is located in the octopus's brain! Two-thirds of its neurons are in the nerve cords of its arms!"
"Whatever!" I moaned. Whoever heard of a monster with its brain in its arms?
Just then the tip of one of its tentacles slammed into the flanks of our horse. I saw the spurt of blood. Our horse whinnied in pain and rage.
Custer leaned from the saddle, slashing with a sword. It seemed to me he was a cavalry officer again, charging into the enemy troops.
I saw the blade slash across the octopus's head.
A vicious-looking gash opened in the creature's skin.
Blue blood spewed high into the air - a sickening fountain that stained the raging waves.
"Hup, HUP!" Custer commanded, frantically tugging on the reins.
Our horse reared up and turned.
It began to climb, its hooves desperately clawing at the air.
Suddenly a tentacle slammed down without warning. I heard Custer's agonized cry. He pitched out of the saddle, a tentacle wrapped around his neck.
I snatched the reins, and the horse wheeled around. I looked down. Custer was thrashing about in the ocean, slashing at the tentacle that encircled his throat, but all to no avail.
With a deadly surge of bubbles, the gigantic octopus pulled him down into the depths of the ocean.
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