Chapter 2
The next morning, Matulda woke up to sunshine flooding her entire room. She turned to her side.
"Good morning… ROCKY!" Matulda was shocked that the 50-foor light house vanished in one night.
She raced into the kitching shouting it's name over and over again but no response.
"What's the problem Matulda?" her Dad questioned.
"Well, Rocky ran away, probably because of what you said last night." She said storming off into the backyard.
As Matulda searched everywhere, she decided to check the docks again. Without a doubt, Rocky was there.
"There you are Rocky! Oh don't you ever go running off again." Matulda hugged the lighthouse and carried it back to her house. "Rocky, did you gain weight?"
Matulda decided that if Rocky was going to stay, she would have to teach it new tricks.
"Rocky, this is a baseball" holding up the ball. "Now when I throw this at you I want you to react. Ready? Go!" She threw the baseball at Rocky but Rocky didn't do anything. "Well, that's a start. That's ok, we have all day to practice." So she continued to throw the baseball at Rocky till the end of the day. At the end of the day, Matulda invited her parents to the backyard to see what she done all day.
"Ready Rocky!" she shouted. No response. With all her might, she threw the baseball higher than usual.
It didn't appear to do anything at first but a few seconds later, Rocky fell over! Destroying a bit more of the house.
"See mom and dad, Rocky is in good hands because I can train him! He's playing dead right now."
Rocky didn't move.
"Come on Rocky, show them you were playing around." Matulda said worried.
"Harold, I don't feel a pulse!" as Matulda's mom put her hand on the rock's door.
"I'll get the car, Matulda! Come on, we'll take it to the hospital."