Krétapor

One day, Cactoo, the cucumber looking cactus, woke up feeling a little strange. He quickly went to the mirror to check if he had turned into a normal-looking cactus, as it was his biggest dream. Sadly, he seemed to be exactly the same as he looked yesterday, except that his green cheeks had turned to a reddish shade and his eyes were unusually watery. The only thing he wanted was to go to bed immediately, but he remembered he had another super important thing to do. And what was that thing? Waiting. He had to wait for his mate, Indonesian Scarf, the pirate bulldog, who defined himself as a gecko. By the way, Indonesian Scarf (whose nickname was Jack) had gone out 3 days ago to get some food from a restaurant called Cardboard Oven, and he hadn’t come home since that day. At first, Cactoo waited patiently, watched his pet stone grow (although it didn’t seem to want to), and just sat in his chair, thinking that this act would work in any situation. On the second day of Jack’s disappearance, he went out to look for him. Some hummangs (those weird hairless creatures that walk only on two legs because they don’t know how to use the other pair) who were walking on the streets of “Pompom,” the capital of “Eggland,” thought they were about to go totally crazy, which is kinda understandable as they saw a cactus walking in striped socks, holding a teddy bear and shouting, “Jackie, where are you?” He couldn’t find him, so he went home to sleep. The next morning, he ran to the Cardboard Oven to ask if they had seen him. The waiter was also one of his friends, called C.U.T.E, meaning Certainly Useless, but Tender Elephant (the “hummangs” thought she was the mascot of the pub). She said he had been there the day before yesterday, brought her a bunch of strawberry-flavored bubblegums, and bought their favorite food, garlic toast with sock-tasting carrots. Then he went back to Cactoo, saying that his mate must be waiting for him. But still, he didn’t arrive. Cactoo couldn’t imagine what had happened. Maybe someone had kidnapped him? Nope, that was not possible (the dish he carried was so smelly that anyone around him would run away in disgust—luckily, a cactus can’t smell anything, and Jack never cared about such things because he always thought he was a gecko and not a dog, so smelling is way too dog-like). Then maybe it was another cactus? Well, he/she must be a relative then, and why would a family member do such a terrible thing to him? He was really insecure, his head hurting; he felt bad just in general, but then the doorbell rang. 

“Come in!” he shouted, as he was too lazy to crawl to the door and open it. “You’re not so smart, are you? The door’s locked, you Einstein!” Cactoo immediately recognized the familiar voice and ran to the entrance to let Jack in. He stood there smiling happily, holding a big pack of hotdogs in his hands. He hugged Cactoo warmly (it’s possible to hug a cactus if you’re a stuffed animal). 

“Bruh, thank God I finally got home,” he cried as he walked to the living room and put down the food he brought. 

“I was walking down Trafalgar Square, but then I realized that there was a hummang nearby, looking at me rather suspiciously. I didn’t want any trouble, so I did as the usual strategy says.” “You acted dead, you mean?” interjected Cactoo. 

“Yup, what else should I mean? We do that all the time. So back to the topic, she (I’m not sure about its gender, but I guess she was a woman based on the massive amount of paint on her face) didn’t go away but picked me up, mumbling something like, “Oh no, it’s his birthday” and

“Huh, it will be perfect,” then she dragged me into a car and (definitely exceeding the speed limit) went to a weird shop like something called “BubbleBob’s Washing House” that had dozens of washing machines in it. At that time, I was starting to feel relieved, thinking that BubbleBob would set me free, but he turned out to be an impostor! I mean, even his name was Tom! Until then, I had been quiet and patient, but when that Tom tried to lock me in a washing machine, I hit his head with a basin and ran away. It took some time to catch the right bus; I don’t understand how hummangs always know which one is going in the right direction. Long story short, I spent some time in Birmingham. But what happened with you?” he asked anxiously as Cactoo coughed. “You look seriously unwell.” 

“Oh, I guess I just caught a cold,” he replied with a great sigh, feeling relieved at last. “Wanna take a trip to Birmingham?”- winked Jack to his dearest friend.

Makai Léda, 7. a.

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