As the stars' bright rays of light hit the Earth, illuminating it with an eerie glow, a certain wagon, with many bangs and scratches along the side that has many stories to tell, carries a young boy of 6 and his yellow ochre tiger across a seventy-five foot gap, two hundred feet over a river that glistened in the silvery light of the moon. Hobbes took in air in violent gasps, watching the creature back on the ledge he had just left, cursing at him.
Calvin realized the horrid truth: he hadn't given the wagon enough speed. He was bringing it in low, too low for them to make it. He would have to lessen the weight somehow, but there was no way. He and Hobbes would have to take the heat for this one. It didn't matter, they were getting away from their hissing death behind them.
Hobbes grit his teeth as his butt seared with stars and pain as the wagon hit the ground. He felt the wagon slow as it teetered over the edge of the cliff. His side was over the water, and Calvin's side was on land, and the equilibrium force was unbalanced, and Hobbes was about to take them both down into the creeping silver snake of the river.
Creature watched the strange beings with interest. He was dying for a taste of one of them, and wished he had when he had had the chance back at the house. That female he had killed would have been tasty, but the smaller male had hurt him. But now, he would pay, and with his life. Creature bent his knees, his elongate jet black tail swishing in the night, and leapt up and over the river. He sailed, aerodynamically, over the glistening snake below him, claws outstretched. The being's strange vehicle was teetering over the side, and that would be a perfect set up for him. Creature licked his lips.
Hobbes closed his eyes again as he heard rocks tumble behind him. Conspicuously, the creature was below him. Hobbes turned to stare into the infinite maw of the creature. It lifted a large appendage and smacked the wagon. The wagon went flying into the tree line that bordered the ledge. Calvin fell from his perch in the wagon, his sight filled with colored stars. There was a color he saw, but did not know. When he came to, he would remember that the color had told him his name, but Calvin couldn't remember what it was.
Staggering, Hobbes lifted from the wreck of the wagon. Calvin was back in the wagon, digging for the pipe and the fireworks. Finally, his searching was granted as he pulled the brown bag from its spot in the wreckage. "Hobbes, retreat." Calvin ran to the ledge and looked down. The creature was no where in sight. He scanned the river in vain, searching quickly, in hope, that the creature had fallen and drowned, but no signs were visible. Calvin turned and stared into the single fiery eye of the creature. It was full of darkness and evil, and a dash of contempt and hunger. Not just hunger for Calvin and his tiger, but rather a hunger for power. If the creature could handle being stabbed repeatedly, it certainly could handle taking on gun fire. Calvin tried to make a sound, but the creature made it for him as it reared up and brought its large gullet down to Calvin.
Calvin had time only to scream, and even that was short.
