I don't own WotW. Sam belongs to me. That shouldn't surprise yall.
After a few minutes of taunting and dodging, my Martian sitter grabbed me and carried me away from his anonoyed companion.
"Do you constantly have to ruin my fun?" I asked impatiently.
"Yes. Especially if it involves annoying us." he told me as he put me down. I crossed my arms, hoping this Martian understands the gesture of complaint. "You'll have to have fun doing something else."
"But annoying you guys is fun!" I told him.
"Not if it can cut your life short."
I paused, tilting my head and twisting my hair with a finger.
"Are you threatening me?"
But I didn't give him time to answer. The sight of the free Handling Machines was irresistable. I again ran away from my Martian sitter, leaving him behind. I got to the machine and jumped right in. Since it was made for 10 feet aliens, it was kinda big. I looked upon the advance controls.
I'm only 13. I can't drive any human thing, let alone this Martian thing. I did try to drive anything any time I get. All results were disasterous. And also...to clear anything bad out of my mind...The poor horse never stood a chance! I didn't do it on purpose! I was young and stupid and 12 years old!
I paused and moved a knob. The Handling Machine suddenly moved forward. I screamed in surprise.
I tried to figure out how to make it stop.
More chapters on the way! Tune in for more advice on the next chapter! And sorry that this is shorter than normal.