Broken Leg Syndrome

Mepit and Algon made their way through the forest; they hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and had been walking ever since, Algon with his axe and Mepit with a giant belly, being carried on mere pencils.
“When’s lunch?” Mepit asked, Algon replied with a usual answer:
“You’ve just had breakfast.” Mepit was exhausted, and Algon went a bit too fast, what she wasn’t used to, what she was used to was walking along with her belly dragging on the floor. Winter was turning in and the food needed to be rationed however.
Mepit walked slowly, in comparison to the ever-energetic Algon.
“Come on mep,” Algon cried, Mepit tugged and a tree root her foot had caught onto, it was from the thickie tree, what that would never break, not even with the axe. Algon raced through the trees waiting for her, he was in his years, but was a kid at heart, he slipped and rolled over to Mepit, still tugging. Algon was big, Mepit was small, the root was very very strong, and Algon crashed right into them, and Mepit gave a scream in pain, she looked down at a twisted and broken foot. Algon wrapped it in leaves and gave her a berry, while she rested and healed, he would have to do everything for her.
Mepit slept and ate just like old times, but now she had all the food she needed, she was surrounded by food and loved the taste, a month or to passed and she had eaten at least fifty trees. How she got them? From Algon axed from the trees, he bared ate himself, when Mepit was asleep she was sleeping; there was little free time in-between. At the end of winter Mepit had to have moved outside, she was huge! She was always lying down, but she also lied about the foot, it never seemed to heal… Soon even by demand the food got less and less, Algon spent so long looking and this was the dead of winter. Mepit began to shrink, but was still rather big. After a while Algon came.
“Almon whare wur you? Av bun wating too long?” She murmured, at last she could see over her belly.
“Look, we should split, you’re to dependant…” Mepit acted sad
“Abandon me?” She opened her eyes to see him, he wasn’t himself, he wasn’t triangular, he came in at the middle; his ribs where barely visible and sweat pored from his face. Suddenly Algon ran, Mepit looked up to see the wickedest bear! She tried to get onto her feet to run but her belly was to big. Algon ran behind and pushed but she was to heavy. Algon tried to get her onto her hind but that didn’t work either, they where both staring death in the eye! Then, all so silently, Mepit farted, and there is nothing… repeat nothing worse than a skunk fart.
Algon sat down by the logs, a fire keeping his warm, Mepit raced to tree to tree collecting berried for her friend, she was tired and hungry, but not as much as Algon.
“You know Mepit,” he began, “If you had just admitted you leg was healed, you’d have gotten out of this. Mepit sighed, ‘next time’, she thought, ‘next time’.

By Haley Brunton
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