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.
“MOrtAL!!!!” the other screams at the darkening sky as his fists punch the air repeatedly.
“We’s eatums ‘em?” the volume of their voices decreases dramatically as they murmur to each other to keep their conversation as private as possible.
“Nome.” His superior friend denies with regret as his head hangs down low and his teeth grinds together in bitterness.
“NOME?” he roars again, not expecting to hear denial when it is clear that they are both clearly starving, since cookoos are very small birds and are not enough to fill up two Cyclopes’ stomachs.
“Nome. He et lookie things-them magic. Remembs?” he explains in a whispered tone to remind his friend about the bargain they both agreed on.
“Um. They ers magics?” his dopey face stares at his friend blankly as he tries to recall the past events that had once occurred many hours ago.
“Aye. They fer lookums. We can er see miles fum e-ar.” He gestures towards the miles of green landscape all around them.
“Fer huntin?” he asks hopefully.
“Aye. We’s cun git cookoos more!”
“COOKOOS!” his dopey friend exclaims happily.
“Aye.” The intelligent Cyclops pets his simple-minded friend on the head.
“MORTAL!” they both call for my presence and I know that I cannot delay this any longer.
“DOOOWWWN HEERRRE!” I scream up at them until I lose my voice, which I do.
“Lookumms!” One of them makes their demands as the other reaches down to my level and lays out his hand on the ground for me to place the glasses on, which I easily do.
“Aye! Bout time.” one of them grunts grumpily as his hands grasp his pair of glasses that look exactly the right size for a Cyclops.
“Hows we-umm-works er doohickeys?” the dumber Cyclops asks his more educated friend as he gingerly fingers the delicate device made of twigs.
“Umm..ermm…dunno. MORTAL?!” Even the intelligent one is befuddled by my simple contraption.
(silence)
I doze off a little bit-mind you that it is getting rather late an I am exhausted from the day’s events, even more so than I was before.
“HUMAN?!” the sound of their hoarse, rough, loud, obnoxious, booming voice wakes me up again like an alarm clock with no snooze button.
“HERE!” I scream instantly as I rub my eyes to stay open and awake.
“How’s et gongs see?” Still drowsy, I try to decipher the language of the Cyclopes-broken English.
“ Hmm?” It must have been the dumb Cyclops talking to me, because I understood none of that.
“He er says bot ‘em glas-ses-ses-how ‘sem done to work?” the intelligent Cyclops tries to speak in a way I would understand, but it does not work because their voices are so loud they are almost inaudible to my deafening ears.
What? Am I hearing this right or have I gone deaf? Why can’t they speak proper English?
“Ummm..er-wear-“ I clear my throat and try again when I finally thin I know what they are trying to tell me, but this time much louder so they can hear me.
“Put s’em on yer (eye) balls! I tell them in my loudest, clearest voice for them to hear, so I don’t have to repeat it again.
“OOOOOHH!” they both gasp and chuckle when they realize their stupidity.
It takes the Cyclopes a while to figure out where exactly which part of the glasses go on their eyes and which parts go behind their ears; it takes them about 10 minutes, but they finally figure it out. Their glasses slide onto their face and they look through them like how any pair of glasses should work….but they aren’t normal glasses.
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