Chapter Trout: Beeswax
Silver had finally returned to the camp and he and his brosephs broke the deer into a pan and boiled it over the fire. Toto played a song on his guitar and everybody loved it like that Raymond dude.
Mighty took the first gleeful bite of magical-tasting venison and spoke with his mouth full. "Corn is better tasting than this!"
Silver got mad at this statement and socked Mighty in the jaw until it fell off into the pond.
"Great! Now I have to fish for Mighty's stinkin' jaw!" growled Vector. He walked to the pond and cast his line again.
"Stupid fishermen…" grunted Silver. He turned on some music on his CELLULAR DEVICE and listened to it. It was not Katy Perry nor Taylor Swift. It was Sheck Wes.
Toto frowned at Silver's angsty behaviour. He looked over to his grand dowel and pondered these awful friendship times we are all living in.
Mighty was still sad because of his missing jaw. He did not weep, but he did start writing sad poetry in his journal.
(The following is an excerpt from Mighty's journal)
Dear Journal,
Silver took of my jaw and cast it into a watery abyss.
Life is meaningless without teeth upon venison.
Venison is meaningless without teeth too.
All life is worth fighting for the glory of love.
I am the man who will fight for your honour.
Love,
Mighty the Armadillo
Silver overheard Mighty's writing even though his Sheck Wes was cranked up to 110 percent. He spat in Mighty's venison for more brat points.
"ENOUGH!" roared Toto. He punched the defiled venison so hard that even Omega got shocked.
Silver pouted and gazed at Toto's wrath.
"Silver, apologise or I will report you to the police!" said Toto.
Silver groaned and stood up. "Dads are stupid!" He then ran away back to the forest while crying giant tears.
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