47 - Legend of the Lost Legend by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead) Page B
Authors: R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)
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something. Or else, in a few seconds, Marissa and I
would be cat chow.
The cat’s tongue swept over the back of my neck. I cried out in pain. The
tongue felt as rough as sandpaper! Hot cat breath stung my neck.
I grabbed the backpack with one hand and started to tug it around to my
chest.
But the cat opened its jaws. The rough tongue bumped me from behind. And I
went flying back to the ground.
I landed hard on my hands and knees. Pain shot through me once again. I felt
like collapsing in the dirt.
But I knew I couldn’t give up.
The cat leaned over me, hissing each breath. Yellow eyes gleamed down at me
hungrily.
Ignoring the pain, I grabbed the backpack. I pulled the straps off my
shoulder. Then I swung the pack around to my chest and gripped it tightly with
both hands.
“Got to get the mice,” I murmured out loud. “Got to get the kitty cat some
mice to play with.”
My hands were trembling so hard, I couldn’t work the zipper.
“Aaaaagh!” I let out a frustrated cry—just as the cat swooped me up in its
jaws again.
I tried to call out to Marissa. I wanted to tell her to hold on. That I had a
plan.
High in the air, I gripped the backpack with my right hand. Reached for the
zipper with my left.
Please. Please! I prayed silently. Let me get the mice out. Let me click them
on.
“My only chance,” I muttered, struggling with the backpack zipper. “My only
chance…”
A burst of hot cat breath made me shudder. Once again I felt the dry,
scratchy tongue scrape the back of my neck.
“Yessss!” I shouted as I finally pulled the zipper and opened the backpack.
“Yessss!”
I shot my hand excitedly into the backpack. I felt the furry mechanical
creatures inside.
I started to wrap my fingers around one…
But the cat swung me hard. Tossed back its head and flung me into the air.
“Noooooo!” I let out a long wail—and felt the backpack fly out of my hands.
“Noooooo!” I frantically grabbed at it. Grabbed with both hands. Missed. Then
I tried to snare it on my foot.
“Noooooo!” I watched the backpack sail to the ground.
It bounced once. Twice. Then lay in the dirt near the shore.
The cat caught me in its teeth. I felt the sharp points dig into my skin.
Then the jaws opened. And I started to slide. Down the scratchy tongue. Down,
down into the cat’s cavern of a mouth.
“Sorry, Marissa,” I murmured in my panic. “We are doomed.”
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The ground disappeared from view as I slid further down the cat’s rough
tongue. On my stomach, I reached out with both hands.
And grabbed the two curved eyeteeth. They felt warm and sticky in my hands.
With a hard tug, I pulled myself part of the way up. I crawled a little way
on the tongue. Then I gave another tug, and my head poked out from the cat’s
open mouth.
I searched for Marissa, but I couldn’t see her.
Had she already been swallowed?
Beneath me, the tongue bucked and curled. The cat was trying to force me
down.
But I held tightly onto the eyeteeth. And glimpsed the ground far below.
And saw three or four gray mice scampering out of the backpack, onto the
dirt.
They must have clicked on when the backpack hit the ground!
Would the cats see them? Would they care?
The cat chomped its teeth together. I cried out in pain, and my hands slid
off the eyeteeth.
The tongue rolled beneath me. I started to slide again.
The mouth closed over me, shutting me in darkness. “Ohhhh.” So hot and wet
inside. So hard to breathe.
I heard low gurgling and growling below me in the cat’s stomach.
“No!” I cried. “No no no no!” My voice sounded tiny and muffled inside the
cat’s mouth.
And then, to my shock, the sunlight poured back in as the jaws popped open.
The tongue pushed me forward. Past the teeth. Past the lips.
I sucked in a deep breath of cool, fresh air.
And then I went flying from the cat’s mouth.
I landed on my back on the ground next to Marissa. She gaped at me in
surprise, her eyes
would be cat chow.
The cat’s tongue swept over the back of my neck. I cried out in pain. The
tongue felt as rough as sandpaper! Hot cat breath stung my neck.
I grabbed the backpack with one hand and started to tug it around to my
chest.
But the cat opened its jaws. The rough tongue bumped me from behind. And I
went flying back to the ground.
I landed hard on my hands and knees. Pain shot through me once again. I felt
like collapsing in the dirt.
But I knew I couldn’t give up.
The cat leaned over me, hissing each breath. Yellow eyes gleamed down at me
hungrily.
Ignoring the pain, I grabbed the backpack. I pulled the straps off my
shoulder. Then I swung the pack around to my chest and gripped it tightly with
both hands.
“Got to get the mice,” I murmured out loud. “Got to get the kitty cat some
mice to play with.”
My hands were trembling so hard, I couldn’t work the zipper.
“Aaaaagh!” I let out a frustrated cry—just as the cat swooped me up in its
jaws again.
I tried to call out to Marissa. I wanted to tell her to hold on. That I had a
plan.
High in the air, I gripped the backpack with my right hand. Reached for the
zipper with my left.
Please. Please! I prayed silently. Let me get the mice out. Let me click them
on.
“My only chance,” I muttered, struggling with the backpack zipper. “My only
chance…”
A burst of hot cat breath made me shudder. Once again I felt the dry,
scratchy tongue scrape the back of my neck.
“Yessss!” I shouted as I finally pulled the zipper and opened the backpack.
“Yessss!”
I shot my hand excitedly into the backpack. I felt the furry mechanical
creatures inside.
I started to wrap my fingers around one…
But the cat swung me hard. Tossed back its head and flung me into the air.
“Noooooo!” I let out a long wail—and felt the backpack fly out of my hands.
“Noooooo!” I frantically grabbed at it. Grabbed with both hands. Missed. Then
I tried to snare it on my foot.
“Noooooo!” I watched the backpack sail to the ground.
It bounced once. Twice. Then lay in the dirt near the shore.
The cat caught me in its teeth. I felt the sharp points dig into my skin.
Then the jaws opened. And I started to slide. Down the scratchy tongue. Down,
down into the cat’s cavern of a mouth.
“Sorry, Marissa,” I murmured in my panic. “We are doomed.”
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The ground disappeared from view as I slid further down the cat’s rough
tongue. On my stomach, I reached out with both hands.
And grabbed the two curved eyeteeth. They felt warm and sticky in my hands.
With a hard tug, I pulled myself part of the way up. I crawled a little way
on the tongue. Then I gave another tug, and my head poked out from the cat’s
open mouth.
I searched for Marissa, but I couldn’t see her.
Had she already been swallowed?
Beneath me, the tongue bucked and curled. The cat was trying to force me
down.
But I held tightly onto the eyeteeth. And glimpsed the ground far below.
And saw three or four gray mice scampering out of the backpack, onto the
dirt.
They must have clicked on when the backpack hit the ground!
Would the cats see them? Would they care?
The cat chomped its teeth together. I cried out in pain, and my hands slid
off the eyeteeth.
The tongue rolled beneath me. I started to slide again.
The mouth closed over me, shutting me in darkness. “Ohhhh.” So hot and wet
inside. So hard to breathe.
I heard low gurgling and growling below me in the cat’s stomach.
“No!” I cried. “No no no no!” My voice sounded tiny and muffled inside the
cat’s mouth.
And then, to my shock, the sunlight poured back in as the jaws popped open.
The tongue pushed me forward. Past the teeth. Past the lips.
I sucked in a deep breath of cool, fresh air.
And then I went flying from the cat’s mouth.
I landed on my back on the ground next to Marissa. She gaped at me in
surprise, her eyes
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