Magic Mushrooms-My Coursework, chapter 4
"Is he dead?" Tre asked Mike.
"Nah, he's breathing" Mike replied although his voice quivered with fear. Tre picked up a long stick and poked Billie in the eye not realising that it had now opened. Both Mike and Tre jumped back as Billie began swearing and swiping out. Although it did not take Billie long before he could see out of his eye again, he was still in agony.
Mike and Tre stared back. It was one of those moments that if you were watching, a tear would come to your eye (yes it really was that beautiful) well that is until Tre, still holding the stick, prodded Billie's other eye. Billie began rolling on the floor, screaming words, which I would rather not repeat.
"Tre?" whispered Mike,
"Yes?" Tre whispered back for no reason
"DO THAT ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL PULL OUT YOUR EYES AND MAKE YOU EAT THEM!" Even Billie stopped screaming in pain at hearing such a loud voice come out of such a tiny fairy. Mike had gone such a shade of red that you would find it hard to find a rosier apple.
A long eerie silence followed the screaming and shouting. Billie had two blood shot eyes, Mike had snapped Tre's twig in half and Tre was on his hands and knees crying over the death of 'Mr Sticky'. It was Billie who finally decided to break the silence
"I guess you must be real then, I mean I can't imagine getting hurt... ' He paused, '... well at least not to that extent."
"Of course we're real! Why wouldn't we be?" Mike responded. Billie was too ashamed to look Mike in the eye but he managed to be able to glance at Tre, who had turned to drinking over the death of his beloved stick, Billie didn't even bother asking-he knew Tre was one crazy fairy.
After Tre's 12th bottle, Billie thought he must do something. Mike had flown off to get Billie some food, after he claimed the mushrooms were poisonous-which would explain quite a lot.
"You are one pretty oompa loompa", Tre garbled till Billie made the very smart and reasonable idea of gagging him with a spare cloth he had in his pocket and binding him to the nearest toadstool with a spare guitar string. Tre of course, found the cloth very tasty! At the same time as Tre eating the cloth, Billie sat down with his guitar, strumming random chords and notes, waiting till Mike returned.
Billie wasn't sure whether to eat the cake, or the honey or anyone of the other sugary snacks, which Mike had returned with, first! The sweet nectar of caramel ran down Billie's throat (not to mention his face), the biscuits and buns left crumbs on his clothes and for the first time in a long while he was happy. To Billie, Mike had become a friend, he felt like he could trust this fairy, which had once scared and confused him.
"This is my home from now on, no matter what", Billie said out loud to himself in a proud tone. Mike agreed and it wasn't long before the drunken Tre managed to get a word in:
"Welcome To Paradise!"
"Nah, he's breathing" Mike replied although his voice quivered with fear. Tre picked up a long stick and poked Billie in the eye not realising that it had now opened. Both Mike and Tre jumped back as Billie began swearing and swiping out. Although it did not take Billie long before he could see out of his eye again, he was still in agony.
Mike and Tre stared back. It was one of those moments that if you were watching, a tear would come to your eye (yes it really was that beautiful) well that is until Tre, still holding the stick, prodded Billie's other eye. Billie began rolling on the floor, screaming words, which I would rather not repeat.
"Tre?" whispered Mike,
"Yes?" Tre whispered back for no reason
"DO THAT ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL PULL OUT YOUR EYES AND MAKE YOU EAT THEM!" Even Billie stopped screaming in pain at hearing such a loud voice come out of such a tiny fairy. Mike had gone such a shade of red that you would find it hard to find a rosier apple.
A long eerie silence followed the screaming and shouting. Billie had two blood shot eyes, Mike had snapped Tre's twig in half and Tre was on his hands and knees crying over the death of 'Mr Sticky'. It was Billie who finally decided to break the silence
"I guess you must be real then, I mean I can't imagine getting hurt... ' He paused, '... well at least not to that extent."
"Of course we're real! Why wouldn't we be?" Mike responded. Billie was too ashamed to look Mike in the eye but he managed to be able to glance at Tre, who had turned to drinking over the death of his beloved stick, Billie didn't even bother asking-he knew Tre was one crazy fairy.
After Tre's 12th bottle, Billie thought he must do something. Mike had flown off to get Billie some food, after he claimed the mushrooms were poisonous-which would explain quite a lot.
"You are one pretty oompa loompa", Tre garbled till Billie made the very smart and reasonable idea of gagging him with a spare cloth he had in his pocket and binding him to the nearest toadstool with a spare guitar string. Tre of course, found the cloth very tasty! At the same time as Tre eating the cloth, Billie sat down with his guitar, strumming random chords and notes, waiting till Mike returned.
Billie wasn't sure whether to eat the cake, or the honey or anyone of the other sugary snacks, which Mike had returned with, first! The sweet nectar of caramel ran down Billie's throat (not to mention his face), the biscuits and buns left crumbs on his clothes and for the first time in a long while he was happy. To Billie, Mike had become a friend, he felt like he could trust this fairy, which had once scared and confused him.
"This is my home from now on, no matter what", Billie said out loud to himself in a proud tone. Mike agreed and it wasn't long before the drunken Tre managed to get a word in:
"Welcome To Paradise!"
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