The Scorpion Sting

The Scorpion Sting

 

“On the count of three. One… Two… Three…” Anne said. “Ouch,” I yelled. I knew I should’ve chosen the other option.

One sunny afternoon, I approached this big hole in the ground, suppose it was a cave. I ran inside excitingly, running into all sorts of things, like a chicken who just got his head chopped off. There were two cavemen inside, Pan and Anne. I gradually walked up to them to introduce myself. For some reason they seemed very nervous. I told them I would not hurt them or tell anyone they even existed. Pan kept yelling, “You’re a liar. You’re a liar.” I didn’t have a clue to what he was talking about. They kept saying, “You’re going to capture us.” Although, I was innocent they must’ve had this problem before, where someone tried to enslave them. After all of that, They took me down to their dungeon, and gave me the options, rather one scorpion sting or seven wasp stings.

I quietly said, “One scorpion sting.” At least it would only hurt in one spot. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Anne said, On the count of three. One… Two… Three… I yelled so loud I bet I busted their eardrums.

Then, all of the sudden, my Uncle Joe ran inside with a shotgun to save me. He probably heard me scream. Anne and pan ran off, and my uncle picked me up and carried me home. The good news is that I didn’t get any more tortured than I already was. There was no telling what those crazy cavemen would’ve done next. The bad news is that I have a big, pink, swollen bump on my arm.

I figured out the reason they were nervous was because they had been in this situation before where they tried to threaten to hurt somebody. Then, they always get caught by someone trying to save that person from further torture. I learned not to trust strangers. They’re not all nice.

 

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