Chapter 2 Midget
“There’s nothing in here but a knife.” Jack called back to Parker. “Oh.” Parker said looking disappointed. “Well maybe we should try to figure this out guys.” I said. No answer. “Guys?” Jesse motioned for me to be quiet and pointed behind me. I slowly turned around and scanned the edge of the woods, and then on the rocks I saw a man. But the man was no taller than one foot and he had whitish tan skin and no clothes. Holding in his hand he had what looked like a miniature blow gun. “See the blow gun?” Parker whispered. “Yep. See the sparrow?” Jack whispered back to him. About five yards away from the man there was a sparrow. It was hoping along enjoying the beautiful morning. Then the man silently put his blowgun to his mouth and made a spitting noise and out came a very small dart. We saw the sparrow up ahead drop to the ground dead with the dart lodged in it’s side. Then the short man hoisted it up on his diminutive frame and carried it away into the woods.
As soon as the short man was out of sight, Parker shouted “I call dibs on the knife!” I grinned and said, “Well then I call dibs on sleeping on the boat. By the way the seaweed feels nice and it would be a well fit bed for you guys.” I said sarcastically. They all looked at me grimly and walked of to their beds among the rocks draped in seaweed. As I climbed into the small boat I thought about how that short man killed a sparrow. If he could kill a sparrow he could easily kill a sleeping person, and that is what kept me up the whole night.