Elliot Goes to Ginger Island

One find sunny day, Elliot was on a beach looking out towards the horizon. He decided to visit Ginger Island. Why? Why not! But then something happened to his foot. NOT NOW damn it, Elliot had been looking forward to a break away from the burden of looking after his millions of animals. Even if they were cute. His foot seemed to be swelling up at a fast rate but he was still determined to head there. "Ginger is what i need, it'll cure me!" he said. He got on the boat, and sailed away. When he arrived, something wasn't right. The trees were orange. The sand was orange... "Wait a minute," he said. "Ginger island?!" He consulted his map. “Bloody hell - we’ve arrived at orange island. He dragged his giant ever swelling foot across the sand towards a shady palm. He sat down and looked at his map. “How do you do," said a parrot. "Nice foot." Elliot frowned at the bird. "Nice, uh, face." "Rude," said the parrot, before pecking him on the toe. THen it flew off. "Well that wasn't very nice!!” Elliot scratched his head in confusion and looked around at the beautiful island he had stumbled upon. His big toe on his now gargantuan foot was now bright orange. “Oh my! My foot has changed colour” Elliot mumbled. "I can help with that," came a voice. "Who are you?" said Elliot, looking up. The figure was silhouetted agians the sun. "I'm... Wiggles. Ohohohoho." “You can help me, Wiggles? Please do! Here, I have a lovely pink rose for you as a gift!" Wiggles started to weep. Gently at first, and then with a heaving gulp, he accepted the rose. Wiggles looked at the offering and then sighed. "Time was, that rose would drive me into a honking frenzy." He sighed again. "I could tell you stories that would curl your toes. Well, not your toes. Not when they;re all swollen like that." Wiggles frowned. “Wiggles, please, can you help me foot? I’m worried I’ll have to cut it off!! It’s never been this big before." "The best thing to do" mused Wiggles, not woggles, "is to pop it! Wiggles picked up a needle that shone brightly in the sunshine. Elliot grimaced. "Couldn't I just like take an antihistimine or something," he said. "Yes, but this is much quicker, and more fun, and messier," said Wiggles, dribbling. He shone the needle on his sun dripped hand and stabbed it into Wiggles toe. "That was a practice one!" Exclaimed wiggles. Now when Wiggles looked up, he saw a seagull prancing about. Elliot used this time to sneak away, dragging his fallen log of a foot behind him. It was a wonder WIggles didn't notice, but that seagull was quite distracting. Elliot rand and he rand as fast as he could (which wasn’t very fast) considering he'd never randed before. He knew how to run, and had seen people rand before- but never tried it himself. Elliot was going back towards the boat. “Going somewhere?" came a honking voice behind him. Elliot hopped away, fearful to look behind him. The honking drew closer. Thankfully, he managed to scamble upinto the boat in time. Or ange isssllaaa nnnn dddddddd he thought, was a monster of a place. I need to get to Gingerrrrr issal;lllandnnd. He'd started to speak like a pirate! Was this another side affect of this giant orange foot of his? Onwards to Ginger Island, that will someday be the home of Elliot's Million Chickens. The End..? Or is it? Yes..?

Writers

Alex

eLLIOT

annabanana

Pandina

Publish Date

2/4/2024

Elliot Goes to Ginger Island

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