Harrofurus Hump

Chapter 3

My favourite place in the world? I scanned through all my memories in search of the place the meant most to me. I couldn't think of anything. How, I asked myself, is it that she knows my favourite place in the world, and not me. "Come along now," she called from who knows where."I'm waiting," I followed the voice to our backyard (or what looked like our backyard) and saw her on her knees (if penguins had knees) and flippers in the air.

"Oh no,"
"What?"
"Oh no" I repeated. I turned to walk back in the room. She rushed after me. "You're such a wuss," she said, turning me around. This penguin ought to be kidding me! A wuss? A wuss? Just because I was a little scared to fly on the back of a giant penguin and possibly die? Who knows what kept me from dying before. God, perhaps. Maybe he heard my quick prayer and thought, Maybe flying on a giant penguin isn't the way this girl should die. But now, I was in this strange world, one with large penguins who could fly and a dreadful disease that was supposedly my fault and the giants and dates all out of wack, anything could happen to me now.

"Oh for goodness sakes!" she said, throwing her hands up in the air.
I frowned at her.
"Would ya just stop worrying so much! I know what I'm doing!" I stared at her uneasily, trying to make sure she wasn't bluffing.
"I'm not bluffing!" she cried in despair. "Okay," I said. "Good!" She crouched down low and helped me heave myself onto her. "Hold tight," she said, crouching lower and lower, getting ready to launch,"You sure you're alright with this?" I nodded my head. "Well you should," She flapped her wings louder and louder. "I just got my P plates a few days ago,"

...

Before I knew we were in the air, me screaming my head off, of course. "YOU!" I shouted above the flaps of her wings. "Oh quit screaming," she huffed. "YOU!" was all I could manage. I stared down at the scenery below and almost fell off. "G-G-G" I stuttered. "You'll have to speak up, my flippers have jets on them," "G-G-G-I-I-I" I pointed to a large hairy man down below. He had massive teeth and razor sharp finger nails. His beard was full of blood and there was a human sized bone stuck in his teeth. His skin looked almost yellow and there were bruises all over him. There were also bit marks in his leg, like as if some sharp object had been poked into him...time after time...

"Oh bracky? He's nothing,"
"Bracky?" I asked, still shaking. "Yeah, you shouldn't worry about him, he won't hurt you. As long as I'm with you. He wouldn't dare," I wasn't so sure. "These humans are so annoying! Thank goodness you die out in the later generations," she puts one of her flippers to her beak. "Oops,"
"WHAT?" I shout. "I shouldn't have said that, ignore that," "I'm not going to ignore th..."
"Just hold on tight," she interupts.  "Hold on ti...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

...

What happened? All I remember is Mz. Penguin, zooming straight downwards at an increasing speed. Right through the center of the earth. We seemed to drill down at five kilometres per second and I remember screaming and screaming and screaming. Even the penguin was screaming too. I'm not sure if it was just to make me more frightened or because she knew something bad was going to happen. As it go hotter and hotter I started to burn up. Literally. My skin felt the fiery ash burning my skin. I felt so faint, I was dehydrated and then...

Its pitch black, and all I can hear is a ringing in my ear. It's so soft, and so annoying. I'm feeling tired, and grumpy and really in the need for a shout. I scream into the darkness and tears roll down my cheek. Its nothing like I've ever felt. Its nothing like anyone could ever feel. I close my eyes in despair and sleepiness, and fall asleep.

"Helloooo?" a cheery voice wakens me. "How was your sleep, you feel good?"  I open my eyes and see Mz. Penguin, eyes bright and cheery and a grin on her face. "Wow, you look nice this morning," I search her voice, trying to find the sarcasm in it. Nothing. Wow, she's actually being nice to me! I think, shocked. "How about you have some porridge, huh?" she points to a wooden table, across from me. There is a blazing fire just next to me that brings back fresh memories. "Get up easy now," she says, lifting me up. I waddle over to the table and lift my flipper to my eyes, feeling much better after me rest. "Ewek, Ewek," I say, indicating that I'm ready for my food. I push my beak into the bowl, mmmmmm, fish porridge, my favourite...

MY FLIPPERS? MY BEAK? FISH PORRIDGE!!