There was an awkward silence. Everyone stood glancing at eachother.
“What now?” asked Carol.
“Uh…” Max got nervous. What if the beasts realize I’m not actually a king? What if I become a pile of bones? Max had to think, and fast.
“Well… we should fix our beds of course. Maybe if we are very observant, we can make perfect replica of the old ones.”
“Or BETTER”, said the bull. “My bed was too small, and uncomfortable.”
“Or,” Judith started, “we can just make beds to resemble the old ones.”
Everyone looked at Judith.
“Gettin’ real’ tired of your stuff Judith,” said Douglas.
“Alright now, lets not argue” said Carol.
“You too, Carol! You’re the blame for our beds!”
There were some gasps. Max did not want to get between this fight. He had to leave before things got really rough. Suddenly there were groups. One was ‘Judith is doing the most’ and group ‘Douglas thinks hes all that and a pack of crackers but he’s not’.
Everyone was arguing and raising their voices to hollers.
Now is my chance thought Max.
He began to tip toe into the deep, dark forest, disappearing into the cuts. Carol looked over to where he was.
“King! Who do you think— HEY! The kid is getting away!”
All of the beasts were panicking. They split up running in one direction, hoping they could find their king.
Max was having trouble finding the ocean. He heard yells and felt the ground shake. He felt breathing down his back and found himself feet first into Carols mouth. He had so many regrets. He wished he just stayed home, alone in his room on tumblr. He wished he was nicer to his mom. His head was almost swallowed and he said his goodbyes to the world.
Then, he awoke sweaty, crying, and screaming. It seemed as if no one heard him. He let out a sigh. He looked to his bedside finding a cold supper. But something felt wrong. He tried to reach over for his corn, but something was stopping him. He couldn’t move. Then, his door creaked. His heart was racing. And then he saw shadows. Then it got dark. the door slowly opened, creaking. He saw big volleyball-sized eyes. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. And sat straight up, actually awake this time. He was in a forest. Oh no he thought. Not again.
He heard groans and whispers.
“Something the matter, king?” asked a beastly voice.
He was then fully devoured and dead.