Ever wonder what happened to the lil' cactus when it went overboard (thanks to our dear vehicons Steve and Greg!)?
Here's part two of its adventures!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, cactus belongs to Lord Starscream
Rating: K+
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Story of the cactus
Part II
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Remember what happened in the last part? You do? Good. Then gather around, kids, and I shall continue the story where we left off:
~oOo~
Shocked and tired of its sudden journey the cactus remained on the rocky shore it had clanged against, the waves mercilessly hammering down on it.
To its utter relief, it did not stay there for long. A boy, no more than five years old, jumped from rock to rock towards the lonely plant and picked it up. He wasn't careful though, and before the small boy had reached the parking lot by the shore, he had jabbed his finger to one of the cactus' prickly spines.
Angry, the boy threw the mean plant away. It hit the asphalt, its pot cracking slightly. The roar of an approaching car was close to deafening and out of sheer luck all of the tires missed the lil' cactus. Another vehicle, moving at a much slower speed than the one before, hit the cactus, giving it momentum to roll to the edge of the asphalt and drop into a watery ditch, where the tiny current (and a curious otter) moved it downstream and downstream and downstream, all the way to the side of a pasture full of cows.
The nearest cow, being also the most curious one, stuck its muzzle close to the strange green item. It opened its jaw a bit and crunched it around the plant. With an agonized 'moo!' it spit the cactus out, turned around and kicked it with its strong back hoof.
The plant flew in a high arc before clanging against a pile of rocks and rebounding. It landed on hilly ground and rolled down and down with increasing speed.
Finally it dropped into an endless pit and darkness consumed it...
To be continued.
Poor cactus.