Well, sorry for the super magnetic conductive wait for this chapter but I couldn't really think of how exactly to word some of the parts of this chapter.
I don't own Ice Age and all that good stuff...
Anyway I hope this chapter isn't too bad. Or too short.
Actually we/I (mostly I) were hoping you might find it quite dandy...
"I'm sorry, did you say my little brother has four days to live?"
No. This couldn't be happening. Four days to save his brother's life.
Four days.
Matthias had faced death before, three times, actually. Once when his parents and five siblings died, again when Katherine-his sister in law-had died, and then when a still-rather-distressed-and-depressed-Buck had disappeared one night during a particularly fierce snowstorm, .
But this was different...He didn't know how, and he didn't know why, but-
"Unfortunately, yes, I did say that. And let's not forget Sid's mere three days. So, if you think you can find it...I suggest you go within the next ten minutes. Every second passed is a second lost." All three of them made a sudden movement towards the door. "Wait," instructed Old Maggie.
So they waited (if rather impatiently).
While a certain part of the herd was waiting for further instruction, another certain part of the herd had stopped for a water break after two opossums had begun to feel woozy and thirsty.
Very thirsty.
As the rest of the group lapped up water, or in the mammoth's case, drank it like a mammoth, Buck let his legs crumble beneath him. Don't worry, this is just figurative language, his legs were still intact, I merely meant to indicate that he suddenly and rather ungracefully plopped down on a rock along the river bank.
Tabitha cautiously crept up to her dad, who currently had his head buried in his hands...Er, paws. "Dad?"she asked softly. "Hm?" "Aren't you thirsty? I mean, 'cause..." He tilted his head to look at her, a small smile playing at his lips. "Since when were you the parent around here?" Tabitha blushed beneath her fur. "What do you mean?"
His smile looked sad now. "You know, your mum always used ta act like that. Well, not always, but..." He trailed off. "Come to think of it, the pineapple acted that way too...sometimes. The rest of the time she was angry, not to mention ugly."
Tabitha sat down, willing the wet blurriness in her vision to go away.
Gosh, where's a mom when you need her? Thought Tabitha.
Because right now she needed her more than ever.
"So, I was thinking about painting the kid with hot tar and turnips," said the skunk. "I was thinking about tickling her until she suffocated. Heh...HAHAHAHAHHA," said the hyena. The wolf rolled his eyes. "You do that, and she'll die before the Mistress can play with her. Besides, we need to think of a way to get the rest of them freaked out. It'll make killing them all the more fun." "If you freak them out too much, the meat will become too gamey," the ferret half hissed. "Then- Then we can tenderize them!" screeched the hyena. The ferret, Jose, rolled his eyes. This guy was stupid. "That's not a bad idea!" said the skunk. Jose couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I like that idea," said the wolf.
Imbeciles.
"Tenderize them? With what? The fat mammoth? Nah. I say we drive them off a cliff, then collect the meat. Anyway, the sloth's as good as dead and the male weasel will be dead in a few days," stated Jose maliciously.
"How?" asked the skunk. "How? Amadán, it is simple. Do you...Remember that supposedly extinct plant? The poison one? The one that caused an epidemic of deaths over a century ago?" Amadán nodded ,"Yeah..." The wolf, Damian, replied, "What about this plant?" Jose grinned evilly.
"I found one, and it was a simple feat to guide them to it."
Yep. Definetly too short. Oh well. nothing we can do about it now...