Destiny of Merida Bogo Chapter 19
One second Nick, Merida, and Judy were about to be frozen to death and the next they were invited to the wedding reception of Mr. Bigs daughter Fru Fru.
Talk about a turnaround.
When they were taken to the party Merida had to really fight not to laugh. Really it was quite comical when you looked at it.
With the species of the partygoers being so small they could all fit at one table. Hell the table was the actual floor. So it was basically one large tent with a single table placed in the center surrounded by nearly double the number of polar bears as there had been before.
Mr. Big didn't really start talking till after the reception was done and no one else was really around to overhear this conversation. Chairs were brought out for Judy, Merida, and Nick so that they wouldn't have to stand.
"Otterton is my florist. He is like a part of the family. He had something important he wanted to discuss. That's why I sent that car to pick him up. But he never arrived," said Mr. Big, leaning back into his chair.
"Because he was attacked," said Judy, grim.
Shaking his head, Mr. Big corrected "No. He attacked."
Brow furrowed, Merida said "Excuse me?"
"Otterton," said Judy," confused.
"Otterton. He went crazy. Ripped up the car, scared my driver half to death, and disappeared into the night," said Mr. Big.
Baffled, Judy said "But he's a sweet little otter."
Mr. Big sighed "My child, we may be evolved, but deep down we are still animals. You want to find Otterton, talk to the driver of that car. His name is Manchas, lives in the Rainforest District. Only he can tell you more. "
Authors Note:
Hope you guys like this.
Also, the anniversary for the terrible tragedy of day of 9/11 year's ago just occurred.
I was a very young child when that happened. All I can remember that day was my mother picking me and my little sister up from grade school. At home my sister and I learned what happened in New York City. My father came home soon after fearful that we were all going to be attacked. That was one of the scariest days of my life. I know for a fact I'll never forget it. I doubt anyone will.
For those reading this right now I know we can't all be together, but I ask that you share a moment of silence and prayer, no matter your religion, out of respect for the people who died that day and those alive who are still suffering from being there that day. And those of you who may be either going to a restaurant or a bar please raise a glass in a toast for those survivors and fallen.