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I WAS BEING PASSED, AND TRAMPLED IN THE PROSESS BY DEFORMED ANIMALS out to get me for no reason I knew of.
Walt and I were stunned by the large quantities of demonic creatures that hated our guts down to the very last organ. Walt was looked much better than last year, when he was dying from a family disease, or, I guess, a curse. His however many great-grandfather was King Tutamkanum. [Yes, Sadie, I'm talking about King Tut. Now hush.]
I had been holding "the mallet of destruction," as Walt called it, until the giraffe in the front hoofed me in the forehead and I dropped it.
And then, after a moment of swaying, I dropped.
There was an annoying buzzing in my left ear that I tried to smack away, which didn't help my condition much. Walt dropped next to me, in hopefully not pain.
He wasn't in pain. He was trying to avoid the stampeding…well, stampede. I decided not to attempt to get up, which was a wise idea on my part. The stampede was devouring the entire town, ripping things apart. Suddenly, all the animals stopped and lifted their heads up to face the purple clouds that stormed around us. Then they fell to their knees or, in some cases, fell on their faces because they didn't have knees. In any case, they were in pain and I didn't care one way or another. The stupid giraffe had done something to me, because I felt about to hurl, although this was an improvement over a few minutes ago when I wanted to die. The giraffe in question was one of the ones who fell on their noses. They seemed to have no choice but to fall, which was pretty harsh in the first place, but to be unable to get up? They must be feeling my pain, the kind of pain that comes from a stampeding giraffe hoof, but worse. Purple flashes sparked among the herd. A giant boom echoed followed by more purple, and some light blue as well.
Walt looked around at all the animals struggled at an invisible something that had then gripping their necks in agony. Walt's eyes flashed as he looked around and instantly understood. I could tell Anubis had told him something by the look in his eyes. "Quickly, Carter. Put this on." He thrust an emerald green and blood red amulet that shocked me slightly at its touch into my grasp. "Go and find Sadie. Give her this." He thrust another amulet at me, this time a deep blue and stormy gray.* This one felt warm, but cold at the same time. I shuddered. Walt twitched, then set off in a series of wild convulsions. I put the green and red amulet on. I waited for something to happen, but I didn't feel anything change in me. Nevertheless, I knew the amulet had power I couldn't see.
"Hurry Carter," he rasped at me, his voice hollow and deeper than normal. He was struggling, I could tell. "I know what's going on, but I don't have enough time-to-tell-you-very-much-," he broke off with a choking gasp, "I…will be a…mindless animal. Take me…if I am…small enough. If not…, please…leave me. Save…Sadie. Contact…Twilight…Sparkle. I can't-" he writhed in pain. "Can't… fight…the-," he glowed purple for a moment, then flashed a deep crimson. Then suddenly, Walt wasn't there anymore. In his place was a dark brown, very grumpy, weasel. I had been in too much of a daze to remember that I didn't know where Sadie was. I tucked Walt into my jacket, which he didn't like much. I decided to do what I could right then and call Amos.