This choice: She decides to lounge in a chair and have someone else finish this. • Go Back...Chapter #4She decides to lounge in a chair. by: Froakie   Moving away from the bra, you move back upwards towards some of the towels to get a better view. Also, from here, you might be more noticeable to your giant mother. If she could see you, she might be able to help you out of this predicament. As you climb upward, a loud whooshing sound could be heard overhead. As you look up to see what it was. . . you realize you are in trouble now!!
A giant hand came pummeling down, grabbing onto the towel you were standing on!! With a hard clench, it reaves the garment upward towards your mother's immense body! With one quick motion, your entire world was ripped right from underneath you!! Screaming and holding on tightly to the towel, you move upwards into the sky.
Your mother begins humming a simple tune as she flops the towel up and down to make it easier to fold. As this happens, you struggle to hold on. Up and down, up and down the towel moves and your whole tiny body moves with it. Unable to take it, you let go. . .falling through the air at an exhilarating pace!
Meanwhile, your mother was really just lazily putting the clothes away. Even though you were the one responsible for cleaning all of the clothes, the enormous mountain that laid before her was quite immense. She couldn't believe how many clothes one family could dirty. Still, she did like the smell of a clean load of clothes. Even wet, it had a good feel. Especially with such nice weather outside. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. It was wonderful.
After flinging through the air for some time, you finally landed back down onto land again. Grasping as hard as you could, you fearfully held on. Fear gripped you as you worried that someone would knock you over again. But worse was that your land was. . .moving!! You had landed back on the same towel you were thrown from!! Even worse was that you were too far away from the cart to get back with the clothes.
"Well, since that little son of mine is off somewhere. . . probably off playing some little game or something. . I think I am going to take a break too!!"
With a quick move of her wrist, Linda had once again rocked your world. She thrusted the towel upwards towards her right shoulder. With such a strong motion, you were again free falling from the towel. Only this time, your leg got snagged on the fibers of the white towel as you were shifted upward. The heavy water filled towel landed on your mother's towel with a loud thwack. Satisfied at its positioning, Linda made her way further away from the cart. Moving over to the patio, she pulled out a nice lounging chair. After some quick adjustments, the back cushion was now totally flat so she could lay down on it.
Sitting on the towel, you realized that you were in terrible peril!!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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