Chapter 8

• Author: DeeZy (---.midrivers.com)
• Verified User: davidzackus
• Date Posted: 02-14-07 22:26

This very morning, right after the solving of the sheet tent problem, DeeZy yanks his body from bed and started up a nice pot of Yuban. With the scent of toasted granules, he drools in the sink. Let it out there, Dave. Drool like an ox. Instantly his mind shifted from the stainless steel, to Flad, his beloved friend.
It was time to check on that lonesome little whale again, as it had been months, and Dave hadn’t thought about him even once. Hopping on the moped, DeeZy flies over the snow drifts like a banshee on the water. To the left and to the right, he fades off out of sight into the tumbling snowflakes.
Across town now observing every single traffic law, Deez pulls into the closed swimming pool.
He knocked on the ice, and as far as he could tell Flad wasn’t there. “Flad!” Dave bellared. “Flad, Flad! Where are ya you stupid little whale, you!?!”
He was startled as Flad came up from behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Flad!” Dave exclaimed out of shock.
Flad was shivering like crazy as it was only 3 degrees out. “I was hoping maybe you had died and I’d be able to get a little bit farther in my career,” Dave thought to himself.
Flad and Dave decided to go eat a few fishwiches together. Flad was wondering if he could catch himself a ride, But DeeZy told him not to even try it. With Flad squiggling in the snow like a tremendously fat snake, he made his way as Dave mopedded outa there.
Dave rode up back to his house and made some delicious Manhatten style clam chowder, and kicked back knowing Flad might just now be half way to the place they were supposed to meet.

The End.