Friday, May 2, 2008

Mayday, as seen by Mr. Nut. the nutcracker



Well, We woke around 2 am with a start! Our bin was suddenly lifted out of the garage, we were taken to the kitchen. We all knew this day would come, some hoped for it but for others, it was the most dreaded night of their lives.
We were lifted up, and something that was really sticky was placed on our feet, and we were then placed back into the bin. We were carried out to the car, and then placed in the back seat.
The journey wasn't long, and before we knew it we were being lifted out of the bin again. John and Sam were the first to go, we cried our "good bye's" wondering if we'd ever see them again. I watched as they were ruthlessly placed on posts of a gate, and left there, out in the cold. I could see their gaze grow cold, and their jaws drop when they realized that they were going to be left behind.

We rode a little further when Frank and Bill got snatched out. They screamed to us for help, but we could do little to help them. They were carried to the steps of a giant house then Bill was placed on a brick post by a light, as Frank was carried closer to the door. The rest of us sighed a sigh of relief knowing that we were safe a little longer, but we didn't have a clue what was going to happen to us.

The car started moving again. About twenty minutes later we stopped. All of us felt the knots in our throats when they lifted up the whole bin, and took us out of the car! Sal got dropped on the way out, and we heard him shrieking something about his legs coming off! Next went Jordan, then Darrel, then Joe, then Daniel, and then Sean! There were too many names to remember!

Finally, Vinnie and I were the only ones left, so I scrunched down in the corner hoping not to be taken, I figured I wouldn't be taken anyway, for I was missing an arm since the war. The hand came in, and scooped up Vinnie! He yelled to me, "Don't ever forget me!" I said "NEVER!", then he was gone. All alone in the bin, when suddenly the hand came in again, the warmth of the fingers clasping my leg was the last warmth I felt that night. I was placed on a fence post, and left for dead.

(narrator)
Will we ever find out what happened to Mr. Nut? Tune in next time! When "Adventures In mayday" continues.

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8 comments:

Benjanerd said...

I've been tuned for 2.5hrs now... ROFL -- Funny, though :D

Steven said...

Well, by my count, Mayday isn't till next year, so you might be waiting a while. (who knows though)

Abbey said...

*sniff, sniff*
To think...you sacrificed their lives...for...us...

Jack Bauer said...

You should write children's books!!!





Children's horror books that is >:D

Steven said...

Timmy and the talking tummy.
Chapter Two..
Timmy began to scream, but nothing could be done!

Benjanerd said...

BTW, you gave us eighteen and one half pounds of nutcrackers :-)

Steven said...

Were you hoping to get money recycling them? is that why you weighed them? I'm lost.

Abbey said...

It's just a lot. lol
Hey, Hannah Garcia, guess what you'll be getting? >:-]