Sweet Beauty

Chapter 26

Dustin's POV

Just in time...

As soon as I find the glasses, the earth begins to quake again, but not as violently as before. I'm guessing eating 'cookoos' makes Cyclopes less rowdy, whatever cookoos are. I grasp the glasses in between my hands and quickly get up from the ground as soon as the shaking comes to a slow, very slow, stop. I glance up at the sky and spot two giant heads poke through the canopy of Thicket trees as they make their way clumsily over here, to me. Their bulky, fat, humongous bodies make me feel as tiny as a bug and let me tell you, the feeling is very uncomfortable and all I want to do at the moment is crawl away and shrink myself to the size of an actual bug. However, the sight in front of me makes me forget about the physical appearances of them and reminds me of their intellectuality-in a word, they are giggling like school children, while stumbling over their own feet, as if they were drunk. To think that Cyclopes could get drunk is something very mind-boggling. I would have never thought that alcohol comes in such sizes, but then again I don't drink. Whatever it is, it must have been the 'cookoos'. I thought cookoos were birds, but now I am not so sure. This might just make things easier for me.

What is a cookoo? Are they not owls? What else could a cookoo be? Cookoo. Isn't that a sound birds make? It must be a bird! But they can't be. Birds don't make people drunk. Unless, if on their way to eat the...err...cookoos....they found a barrel of wine or something, wait that doesn't make sense! Okay, well maybe they found a whole flock of the-umm-cookoos and they are just really full. I heard being full does that to people (sighs)..........Oh I don't know. Cyclopes are weird! (scoffs) Glad I'm not one! (5 seconds later) Wait a second...if they're drunk or at least acting like drunkards, then they must be pretty (gulps) rowdy and... Uh-oh.

"RAAAAAWWWWRRRRR" one of the Cyclops roars loudly like a savage beast while banging on his chest like an ape.

"(giggles and hiccups)  I cuns do (hiccups) more!" the other challenges the other one while slurring his words together, so they all sound like one jumbled up word combines.

"Do et (hiccups) hehehe....I like 'ems cookoos. They go...sqwuaky sqwauk and umm....tey feaders all heeheh tingly insides me. Heehe." His friend replies in a laughing tone as he rubs his full belly pleasantly.

So they are birds....weird.

“Heehehe….Them cookoos.” He giggles at his friend’s expense.

“Nummy in ma tummy.” The one with the belly purrs sleepily, sounding ready to take a nap.

“Humph! Et ma turn.” The Cyclops grunts to wake up his sleepy-eyed friend, who appears to be dozing off in the middle of the forest.

“Aye. Bet me do more.”

“Nu-unh.”

“Aye.”

“Nome, looks. RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR” he shouts about 10x louder, waking up the whole forest and possibly half the village.

“I cun do better.” He smirks with a lop-sided grin as his saliva drips out in beads.

“Nome.”

“Aye. RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR”  The Cyclops bellows even louder and more gruesome as spit flies out of his mouth and splatters onto his companion’s face.

“Rrr.” His friend growls as he wipes the spit off of his face and is ready to beat the other to the ground.

“Me-“ the other Cyclops stops in midsentence when he is interrupted by the sound of his stomach growling in hunger.

“Aye. Me hungry too.” The other agrees with him as his stomach too also begins to rumble and that can only mean one thing.

“WHERE EST MPHORTAL!?” they growl simultaneously, their voices together booming across the midnight sky, as one Cyclops grabs the tops of a tree, rips it from the ground in pure violence, and throws it all the way to the other side of the kingdom.