A/N: Happy February 1st, everyone! I'm sure you all know what this date is symbolic of if you are in this corner of the internet. To dragonserpent18, yeah, Willy has been extremely lucky, hasn't he? I guess if he wasn't, though, we obviously wouldn't have the story of CATCF we have today. And I'm glad you loved my design for the snozzwanger. I, too, was unsure of how these creatures should have looked, especially the snozzwanger. The original design I had for it in my head was a lot different from how it eventually turned out. To Linkwonka88, here are more logs for you to read! I hope you enjoy them. To mattTheWriter072, yup, the Oompa-Loompa's boat is what inspired Willy to create an exact replica made of pink candy back in his factory. I'm glad you enjoyed the logs. To Turrislucidus, yes, rowing out in the open lake is quite dangerous for the Oompa-Loompas, as you'll soon see in these logs, but their only other option would be to walk all the way around the lake through the jungle, which is proved to be just as dangerous. It helps that at least rowing across the lake takes a bit less time. And the whole red beetle/whangdoodle thing, well, it's really up to headcanon. In truth, the insect we see in the movie doesn't truly resemble a wasp nor a beetle; it has traits of both. It's a hybrid creature, like many creatures in Loompaland have been, so I don't think it takes a huge amount of suspension of disbelief to accept that this one specie of beetle has a stinger, even though no other species do. And if that really bothers you too much, keep in mind that Willy himself declared it to be a red beetle, and given that he's not an entomologist, it could have always been a misnomer. But I would like you to call it a red beetle in the context of discussing this story, regardless of what you personally believe it to be, because that's how I'll be referring to it within the story, and as you'll soon see, I have something else in mind for a whangdoodle. I'm glad you liked my linguistic development and the snozzwanger's design. Anyways, here's the next set of logs. I hope you all enjoy!
Log 12
Well, it's the next day since my last log, and there were two more tragic attacks today. I haven't felt this threatened for my life since before I met the Oompa-Loompas. To tell you the truth, I don't know why they made me so comfortable in the first place; they're just as susceptible to the dangers of this island as I am.
Anyways, the first attack occurred in the morning, when we were rowing across the lake to get more food. Out from the sky came a huge bird, and it swooped down and snatched an Oompa-Loompa in each of its two talons. I believe they were Gringoo and Lumee; I'm getting better at identifying individual Oompa-Loompas.
The bird was a monstrous creature they call a hornswoggler, which means "winged terrorizer". It resembled a vulture, since it had a bald head with gray skin and a white neck ruff. It had blue-violet feathers; a wingspan of about twelve feet; a sharp, yellow beak; and yellow talons that resembled those of an eagle. The Oompa-Loompas say that hornswoggler attacks are actually quite common, and that I was lucky to not witness one until just today. Thankfully, I think I'm a bit too big for hornswogglers to carry.
The second attack occurred this afternoon, once everyone was back at the village. Now I realize the importance of the treehouses, because two Oompa-Loompas—Mishoo and Uneef, I believe—went down to the forest floor to refill their water supply only to be threatened by the most ferocious beast of Loompaland, the whangdoodle.
Whangdoodle means "death beast" in the Oompa-Loompas' language, and it's no wonder why. It looks like a saber-toothed tiger—long, razor-sharp upper canine teeth and bob tail included—and it's about eight feet long. It has a golden coat with brown, tiger-like stripes.
Another Oompa-Loompa, Hoosoo, leapt down from the treehouses carrying a spear and tried to defend the other two from the beast, but sadly, the whangdoodle managed to kill them all anyways. I don't even want to describe how the whangdoodle killed them, because it's far too graphic, and I can barely manage to recount the events in my head, let alone write them down.
Once again, I started to feel a bit guilty. All I did while this was going on was just watching from above in one of the treehouses. I'm bigger than all the Oompa-Loompas; I should've been the one to defend them from the whangdoodle, not Hoosoo. But then again, none of the other Oompa-Loompas did anything but watch and scream in terror as this was all going on, so I guess I shouldn't beat myself up too hard.
I want to end this log on a high note, though, so I'll quickly say that now that I've gotten pretty good at learning the Oompa-Loompas' speaking language, they're starting to teach me their sign language. I was a bit surprised to learn that they had both a speaking and sign language, but I guess the former is used more for public affairs, and the latter is used for more private or one-on-one affairs. I'm learning pretty quickly, so that's always good. Anyways, I think I'm going to turn in for the night, so I'll write back later. Until then, Willy Wonka.
Log 13
Well, today, which is the day after I wrote my last log, the Oompa-Loompa men went deep inside the jungle to go harvest some wingochangas in case of any more whangdoodle attacks like yesterday. Wingochangas are these large, blue, spherical fruits that actually explode when lit with fire. It was what the Oompa-Loompas used to save me and Mahesha when we were slipping into that large mouth-pit, which the Oompa-Loompas call "hispmahs".
As we were out harvesting wingochangas, though, I noticed that several Oompa-Loompas started to gather around this one tree. I joined them to see what all the fuss was about, I looked up the tree they were all mesmerized by, and I saw three brown cocoa pods. I had never seen such a tall cocoa tree before, but boy, was it a great sight to behold.
Jeembo, one of the Oompa-Loompas, climbed up the tree and picked off the three pods. Once he brought them back down, all the Oompa-Loompas started jumping for joy. I admit, I joined in, too.
Everyone immediately packed up their supplies and started heading back to the village to bring the good news of the cocoa pods. I asked them why they were so overjoyed to find a few cocoa pods, and Mimoo explained to me that it's because cocoa beans are the best tasting thing on the island (which I couldn't argue with), and that they normally were only able to harvest three or four cocoa pods a year. I told them that, where I come from, I use millions of cocoa beans a day, causing them to stare at me, mouths gaping open. They insisted that I was a manifestation of a god from the heavens, but I insisted that I wasn't, and that it's very easy to come by cocoa beans in some parts of the world.
Once we arrived back at the village and the cocoa pods had been shown for all to see, there was once again uproarious celebration. The chief then came out of his treehouse, was handed the three cocoa pods, and brought them into another treehouse I'd never been in before. I followed some Oompa-Loompas into the unexplored treehouse, and I realized it was a sacred prayer chamber of some sort. On the wall, rudimentary pictures of cocoa pods painted on wood were hung up. One of the harvested cocoa pods was placed on a podium, and all the Oompa-Loompas inside the room were bowing down to it, thanking Kookoo-Makoray for this blessing.
At this point, I guess I should explain the Oompa-Loompas' religion. It's a ditheistic religion, meaning they believe in two gods. There's Kookoo-Makoray, the god of creation and life—including plants, animals, and man—and there's Timpto-Toolay, the god of destruction and death. Bear in mind, Kookoo-Makoray isn't inherently good, and Timpto-Toolay isn't inherently evil; both do their part in this world, and both are equally as important. There can't be creation without destruction, and vice versa.
Later that night, we all gathered around the bonfire for a celebration for the gift Kookoo-Makoray had bestowed upon them. Mimoo wore a mask shaped like a cocoa pod, and started dancing around, shaking rattles that were also shaped like cocoa pods. Meanwhile, all the Oompa-Loompas around the fire were either playing drums, playing rattles, or simply just dancing along.
After the celebration, things settled down, and thus, here we stand. Or sit, rather, as I am right now in my treehouse as I'm writing this. I'm really tired now, so I'll write back in the near future. Until then, Willy Wonka.