"Now what? Invisible fairies?
"Drazin hopes not or Drazin will have to squash them too."
"Just like you squashed The Gawker huh oh godly one."
Pat was as normal as could be as we all bounced a bit before settling between a rock and a tree. It was like we were sitting in thin air and then out came an old guy who raised my neck hair. He was followed by three more white robed guys and they all thought they were so wise. A pack of cavemen looking people followed behind and they were really out of their mind.
"Drazin isn't sure if they are fairies but they appeared out of nowhere, so Drazin knows this can't be good."
"What was your first clue? Them going all Memoirs of an Invisible Man?"
"Oh godly one who came down from the sun. We knew the day would come when you would grace us with your presence here, so we waited and gathered near."
"Did those nuts just rhyme too? We are in the damn Twilight Zone of rhyme."
"Drazin is glad somebody finally knows of Drazin's godly stature."
It seems we were in a net that these guys set up to catch this pet. For they cut us down and if we thought Blabber was from crazy town, these guys were from mars and then they had to go and hum a few bars. The look on Drazin's face I will never forget, as this surely made him fret. Miss Priss and Pat just rolled their eyes, as these people surrounded me like flies.
Penwassa here to do your bidding,
And no we aren't kidding.
You will show us the path,
To avoid his wrath.
Taking us all to that golden gate,
For such is your fate.
My zen has seen it come to pass,
Dear godly little rhyming ass.
You will save us all,
And take us to His holy hall.
I was once in a daze,
And saw through the haze.
It made everyday amazing,
Finding the sweet lust from his gazing.
I keep the evil away,
As it tries its best to get us each day.
Max Evil can exist inside me,
As I save the others with glee.
You will rise us above,
Showing us the path to His love.
We are devote to you,
And know it to be true.
"Great! Not only have we got the godly one to deal with, some glowy eyed freaks, George of the Jungle and his apes and a guy with a bad haircut and a huge eyeball coming out of his head. But now we got a cult. This island just keeps betting better and better."
"Drazin likes you better with the voices in your head. You whine too much. But Drazin is sure they are just confused. For Drazin is the god not the fleabag."
They grabbed me and the other three, whisking us through a wall and on the other side was a great hall. I surmised that had an invisible force field of some sort. And why not? Everything else was crazy at this island court. In we went and found ourselves in some old Little House on the Prairie type town. Pat was just waiting for them to say "Goodnight John Boy" so he could whack them down. We all knew we had to flee for once they learned of me, finding I'm only a cat, these cult guys surely would not like that. I have seen enough movies to know that it never ends well for the god and usually some sacrifice decides to show.
And just as that thought crossed my mind. There was Besercules tied to a shrine of some kind. He was gagged so we did not have to listen to him yap, which was nice of that Penwassa chap. Although I think these guys take throne a little too literally around here for when we drew near to his pedestal of shine, he sat down on a sparkling toilet actually all divine. Yep, his throne was the loo, what it was really for they never knew. The other three had smaller ones of their own and sat down in front of him taking a more sensible tone.
They explained how when the four sacrifices were in place through my rhyming pace, I would ascend them into the heavens above and let them feel His love. Drazin, Pat and Miss Priss immediately assumed they were the other three and got ready to flee. But then we heard language I care not to repeat and out came Irish Air refusing defeat. She kicked and screamed at the cavemen like weirdos tying her to the shrine and kept mumbling as they gagged her with a vine.
"Drazin thinks the Blabber runt and Petsy better watch their back."
"He's right for a change. Unless there are more bibbity bobbity boo people on this island, their next."
"You humans and your stupid theories, cults. Geesh."
Miss Priss trotted off behind a hut trying to make a plan to get us out of this rut. I could not move without being swarmed by these cavemen loony tunes. As they kept ranting about full moons and how it would be soon time for me to let loose my powers of rhyme. They even swooned over Drazin and Pat, who of course tried to avoid then getting their germs over him, especially after seeing them eat rat. Drazin lapped it up a bit but even that nitwit knew this was bad and we had to make a break for it from this Cult pad.
Pat dodged their germy mitts and grabbed me by the tail, telling Miss Priss it was time to hit the trail. Drazin ranted as they gave chase and punched a couple in the face. We got to the wall where we came in and tried to dash through but sadly it was not a win. As we bounced off the wall and landed in the dirt of the hall. We looked up to find the cult standing over us and Drazin let out a cuss, as they dragged us back to their town and locked us down. Jailed we were and all I could do was lick my fur.
********************So out of The Gawker's gaze and into some cult craze. This island was such a pain. What next? Some black smoke monster swooping over us like rain? Now we have to get out of jail and figure out how to set sail, while avoiding these caveman loony tunes. If you'll excuse me, I think I ate some bad prunes. Meaning no more of my sass until part six of this tale starring my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.