I yawned, small sigh emitting from my throat. That was a great sleep! I dreamed that I was in this really neat place, where a lot of Orlie�s were walking around� well, people dressed like Orlie when he�s in his elf clothes. It was funny �cause they tripped over everything and kept falling down hills an� stuff. It was a great dream.
The sun lit up my room, making the yellow coloured walls even brighter. I squinted from the sudden brightness and quickly shut my eyes again. This was the worst part of waking up!
I tried opening my eyes again, slower this time so I didn�t get a headache. It worked and I grinned as I hopped out of bed, onto the little rug my gramma had made for Uncle Billy a long time ago. I took a deep breath, preparing for the next mission I had to accomplish. I had to cross the wooden floor and get to the livin� room before my feet froze off my legs. This was dangerous stuff so I took another deep breath and thought about somethin� warm� like cocoa! Mmmmm�
I skittered as fast as my feet would take me out of my room, down the hall, and into the livin� room. Landing on the carpet, I sighed with relief. I made it! Now where are my feet warmers? Uncle Billy called �em �slippers�, but feet warmers made them sound better. I wouldn�t want to wear slippers; they could be dangerous.
I searched around, leaning over to check under Bobo�s chair. I only saw a shoe and a sock and a can of what looked to be like pop. I grinned, grabbing the can. I�d have to get Uncle Billy to open it for me, just incase.
I stood up, pop in my hand, and continued searching for my feet warmers. I looked everywhere in the living room, even under the coffee table. I then decided to look behind the couch. I climbed up on top of a pile of blankets that were on the couch to check, when the couch started rumblin�!
This both shocked and confused me, as I clung to the back of the couch to keep myself from fallin� down. After a few seconds, I saw a head emerge from under the blankets. There was a groan and I saw a full head of dark, longish hair pop up. What the monkey?!
I watched, stunned for a few more seconds, and then decided it was probably an Orc. An Orc got into the house! Oh no, oh no! What am I gonna do?! Well, I figured the only logical thing to do would be to scream. So I did.
�AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!�
The Orc bolted to a sitting up position, grabbing its head. I heard a low mumbling coming from the Orc that almost sounded like English speak, but I couldn�t make it out. I decided that it was probably Orc language, calling to its friends, so I grabbed the nearest thing I could find (which happened to be the can of pop) and flung it at the Orc�s head.
There was a tiny groan of pain, put the Orc quickly fell back down to sleep. I hoped he was sleepin�, or else I wouldn�t be able to get rid of him. How was I gonna get rid of him?
Thinking for a few minutes, I figured Uncle Bobo would know what to do with it. He WAS a hobbit after all, and they�re smart people.
I ran down the hall, ignoring the cold wood against the bottoms of my feet, I was on a better mission now, one that could rid New Zealand of one more Orc, which would be a great thing if you ask me.
I grabbed the doorknob and tried with all my might to twist it open. I kept tryin� and finally the door swung open. I peered into the room, and smiled at what I saw. There was Uncle Billy hangin� halfway off the bed.
�Bobo�� I whispered, hoping that I could wake him up and let the Orc be. Uncle Billy still slept, hanging off the bed.
I furrowed my brow, thinking of a way to wake him up without waking the Orc as well. This was gonna be difficult.
I softly crept over to the side of Uncle Billy�s bed and examined him closely. How was I gonna do this without him falling of the bed, waking the Orc, Uncle Billy screaming, or some other weird thing that was probably gonna happen?
Poking came to mind, but then I decided doing something else would stop him from yelling. I quickly snatched his nose and held it close.
With a few heaves from Uncle Billy�s chest, his eyes popped open and his face was turning red. He then remembered that he could breath out of his mouth, and promptly did so.
�A� Alex. Wh� what on earth has gotten into you?!� He wheezed, desperately trying to catch his breath.
�There�s an Orc in the house!� I whispered, trying to keep myself from screaming and waking the Orc on the couch.
�A what?� Uncle Billy asked, he looked confused, very confused.
�An Orc� there�s one in the livin� room! It tried to eat me, so I hit it in the head with a can of pop!� I told him, feeling quite proud of myself.
�You hit him in the- oh dear.� Uncle Billy said, standing up and slipping into his feet warmers. �Come on Alex. I�ll show you who this Orc really is.�
I followed Uncle Bobo down the hall, back to the livin� room. I grabbed onto Uncle Billy�s hand as we entered, you know, just incase the Orc attacked� I could protect him. Right.
�Vig? You awake?� Uncle Billy said softly.
No answer came from the lump on the couch.
Uncle Billy sighed and walked over to the bundle of blankets and slowly pulled back the blankets.
I gasped as I finally got a good look at the Orc. It wasn�t an Orc; it was the Scary Guy!
I sighed in relief, of course there isn�t an Orc in the house, what would it be doing sleeping on the couch?
�What did you do to him Alex?� Uncle Billy gasped, seeing the large red mark on the Scary Guy�s forehead.
�I told you, I thought he was an Orc.� I mumbled, feeling very silly. I wonder what the Scary Guy was gonna do to me when he woke up. I started to become worried.
Uncle Billy shook the Scary Guy, then tapped him on the cheek. The Scary Guy still remained limp. Uncle Billy stood up and turned to me, a small grin on his lips. �You knocked him out cold Alex. I don�t think Peter�s going to like this, not with one of the fellow having a huge bruise on their forehead.�
I gulped. I didn�t want Mr. P. mad at me. I would have to do something to make it up to him, but I would deal with that later. Right now, I was getting a very nasty look from Uncle Billy.
�Alexandra�� He began. I cringed at the use of my full name. Not good, really not good! �What happened?� he was trying to be calm, but failing miserably, he sounded like he was compistated� that�s how you say it, right? Compistated? Constipated? I dunno.
�I-I thought he was an O-Orc.� I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers behind my back, and not daring to look up at my uncle.
�An Orc. An Orc?! Alexandra, you know there�s no such thing as Orcs! You do NOT go around hitting people in the head with pop cans, do you understand?!�
My bottom lip trembled, but I reminded myself to stay brave. I had to. �Yes, but��
�No buts young lady. Now when Viggo wakes up, you will apologize to him right away. Now go to your room. I don�t want to see you for one hour!� he yelled. I had never seen Uncle Billy this angry before, ever!
I looked at him. He had a very stern look on his face that would�ve scared even the bravest elf. I wished Orlie were here. He wouldn�t yell at me. It was a mistake.
I nodded slowly, my eyes becoming blurry as I turned and slunk down the hall to my room. I shut the door quietly behind me and looked around. A whole hour. This was gonna suck.
I decided to get dressed and clean up my room. Uncle Billy liked clean things, so maybe this would get him to be my friend again� if I was lucky.
I guess it took me a whole hour to get dressed, make the bed, and pick up my clothes, because there was a soft knock at the door and Uncle Billy came in.
I froze in my spot, not daring to move, and just looked at him. He looked kinda sad, but at least he was out of his pajamas. He looked around the room and saw that it was clean from top to bottom. He face sorta brightened.
�Well Alex,� he said, turning his gaze back to me, �Do you realize what your mistake was?�
I nodded, and in a composed voice answered, �Don�t hit people in the head with cans.�
�Good� and I�m glad to see you learned something. I�m also glad to see you cleaned your room. So, do you think you�ve learned your lesson?� he asked.
I again nodded.
�All right then kiddo, come on. We�ve got a full day in front of us.�
I grinned widely. Uncle Billy wasn�t mad anymore! I ran over to him and hugged him with all my might. Uncle Billy laughed and picked me up. See? I don�t have to do ANYTHING around here; even walking is done for me.
He carried me down the hall and back to the livin� room, where I found the Scary Guy sitting on the couch, fully dressed and awake. He was sipping on a mug of something, and smiled when he saw me.
�Good morning Alex.� He chuckled.
�Mornin�.� I gulped. I couldn�t really see where I had hit him in the head; he had way too much hair. �I�m sorry. I thought you were an Orc, I didn�t mean to hit ya.� I replied solemnly.
�Not to worry, I�m mistaken for an Orc all the time.� He said, winking at Uncle Billy.
Uncle Billy chuckled and set me down. I walked over to the Scary Guy and looked at his forehead. �Does it hurt?� I asked.
He shook his head. �Only if I touch it.�
I nodded and got a good look at the big bump. It was beginning to turn a different colour then red� purple, I think. �Mr. P.�s not gonna be happy.� I said, �But that sure is a cool bump!�
The Scary Guy laughed and tweaked my nose. �It sure is kid.�
I decided then that the Scary Guy wasn�t really all that scary anymore. He was nice, so I guess I had to figure out his real name. Uncle Bobo was calling him �Vig� and �Viggo�, but what kinda names was that? It was probably a nickname, so I decided to ask Bobo about it later.
�Well then.� Uncle Billy smiled, clasping his hands together. I saw the Scary Guy wince at the clapping and Bobo smirked, �Let�s get something to eat, shall we?�
The Scary Guy nodded, and stood up very slowly. I heard his cuss under his breath, which I guess he didn�t know I heard. The Scary Guy swore!
I grinned to myself as I followed Uncle Billy and the Scary Guy to the kitchen. The Scary Guy didn�t look all that well, so I guessed that breakfast might just make him feel better.
Boy. Was I ever wrong!