Chapter 15
Goodbye, Cruel World
"He's insane," Werren mumbled. "Sending us on a suicide mission? Insanity." "I resent that!" Came a voice from the bushes. "Who was that?" Dorothy said, whirling around. "Oh, probably Loco," Checkers said, Scottish-terrier shrugging. Dorothy didn't say anything.
"I guess we need to leave now," Destiny sighed, looking around sadly at her home. "Seems like I just got here..." "Bingo," Checkers said. "It's only been seven hours and nine minutes." "Good for you!" Destiny said sarcastically. "Isn't it, though," Checkers said. "Come on," Dorothy said, walking towards the sleeping chambers. "We all need to rest up, first. Destiny, find the cook and ask him to ready some supplies for us, please." "Sure." Destiny trotted off towards the kitchen. "In the meantime--" Checkers said, and immediately fell asleep. "Yeah, good idea," Dorothy yawned, and she put Werren in his little doghouse and crawled into hers. Destiny, after failing to find the cook, gave up and went back to her doghouse that was not really hers.
The next day, the cook had returned, and Destiny woke up early to go fetch him. Soon she had a little green picnic basket filled with green apples, green lemonade, green celery sticks, green dog treats, and green sandwiches with green peanut-butter. "Are you sure this is enough for all of you?" The cook asked. "Look, Emmie. One of the members of this party will eat anything. If nothing else, he'll eat the picnic basket." Destiny grabbed the picnic basket in her mouth. "Okay," Emmie said. "Good luck!" "Fank oo!" Destiny said--really "thank you"--but she still had the picnic basket.
"Wakie, wakie," Checkers said, poking Dorothy. She didn't move. "Fine, then..." And he barked. "How do expect me to catch a fire-breathing--oh, hi, Checkers. What time is it?" "You've been asleep for the past nine hours. I thought you were hibernating," Checkers remarked. "Doesn't answer my question, but okay," Dorothy said sleepily, rubbing her eyes. "Where's Destiny?" "Ight 'ere," Destiny said, walking into the room, still carrying the picnic basket. "Okay, now we need Werren," Dorothy said, walking into his doghouse and shaking him awake. Werren awoke with a howl. "Hark! The full moon!" He said, and then fell right back to sleep. Dorothy soon gave up trying to wake him, took the picnic basket from Destiny, found a small pillow and put it on top of the food, and settled Werren on top of that. "There. Are we ready?" "Sure," Checkers said, and they all set off towards the great unknown. "Goodbye, cruel world," Werren mumbled. "Are you awake?" Dorothy asked. "Barely..." Werren said, yawning, and soon he was asleep again.
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