Esbon is a small town located about more or less six miles to the directly east of Lebanon, Kansas, and a little bit north. Surprisingly, unbelievably, it is in fact, smaller than Lebanon. It was in this location that little Marylou Hemsley found herself stretching her vocal abilities to almost literally their breaking point. As the only child of her parents, and being not a boy, her father had been forced to instruct his little Mary in the art of being a son. She was in the process of digging a well in the back of their farm house shortly before she began to scream. She would be the first to admit that it seemed strange to be digging a well when they had plenty of running water and since wells hadn’t really been used in years; but she wasn’t one to argue with her father. At least, not when he wasn’t around, because, let’s be honest, what’s the point in arguing with somebody that isn’t even around? Marylou was not one to scream very often, but she did at this point. As she struck her shovel into the ground, it struck something hard and clinky. As she bent down to look at what she had hit a strange, dark, thick and sticky goo spit out of the ground and into her face. Her eyes really, were the only thing that were gunked, and her left ear. Spluttering and gasping she reached to clear her eyes only to find her hands stuck in the strange goo as well. Stumbling about she tripped over her fallen shovel and pitched head first into her well, screaming as she fell.
If some unhelpful bystander had been unhelpful enough to have witnessed both of these unfortunate occurrences, that of poor Mary, and that of strange Samuel, they would have been very perplexed, primarily because of the duration of the screams; in both cases as the subject in question fell into the hole that each had symbolically created their scream should only have lasted mere parts of a second. Neither hole was particularly deep you see. The reality was though that their screams lasted many seconds, and faded with every one.
Samuel passed out some number of seconds into his fall, because sometime after he had landed, he woke up, already on the ground. He was lying on his back, on something hard that made his head throb. He tried to sit up and open his eyes, but they were still full of thistle. Without thinking about it, he scooped up some sand and rubbed it into his eyes. It ended up being cat litter, but it worked. With his vision cleared, and his head foggy, he looked around to try to figure out what was going on. Quickly realizing that he was never going to accomplish that, he gave up and started building a sand castle. He started with a moat, and then the foundations, and by the time he began building the walls, the tide of some sea began lapping at the edges of his defenses. Quickly the citizens of the new kingdom began to throw up defenses to save their new home. Not vomit, but literally throwing handfuls of sand up into dikes that would hopefully split the oncoming waves and repel them around their new sedimentary abode. They successfully repelled the first and second waves, but succumbed to the third and after with terribly high mortality rates. Little more than a sand pile now and quickly disappearing out to sea with its doomed denizens, the unfortunate kingdom ceased to exist. Being thoroughly disturbed by the consequences of just wanting to build a stupid sand castle, Sam cautiously backed away from the beach, eyebrows raised, eyes wide, and nostrils flared. At that point he realized that he was actually missing an eye, which was extremely confusing. Glancing around, he spotted it in the sand next to the impression that could only be the place he had landed. He walked over to it, spit on it go get the sand off, and popped it back into his head. That’s when he heard something strange. It sounded like a mix between a mountain lion, a peacock, and a gerbil, but was in fact a strange girl stuck in a strange tree a ways down the strange beach where the strangest things seemed to keep happening. Samsam approached cautiously, because he had grown wary of his surroundings. Stupid thistle. He called up to the girl and asked her if she was real. When she screamed down to him with a uniquely well rounded vocabulary that she was “real enough to break his scrawny little neck” he realized that he probably didn’t want to help her down at all. He did though, sort of. At that moment the strange vines that were holding her airborne in the tree slithered away and she fell, landing on Sam. Gasping, wheezing, coughing, groaning, and covered in ants the two removed themselves from each other. After a few moments, and a weak ‘thanks’ Marylou introduced herself to Sam, and then recognized him as the kid from school who was always covered in gum, and groaned even more loudly. They didn’t talk much for a while; they were both very perplexed about their dual situation. They would occasionally ask each other pointed questions about what had happened, and how they had come to find themselves in this predicament, what they had been doing before they fell, and eventually had a pretty clear idea that they would never understand what had happened. They went back to not talking. In fact, there was so little going on at all that even the ants decided leave, which is a pretty big deal, because ants don’t get bored easily! Plus I’m pretty sure they thrive off of awkward situations, so . . .
The two had no idea how much time had passed, but it seemed like maybe a lot, they both began to wonder what they should do, but didn’t want to bring it up to the other. The place in which they found themselves was an interesting one to say the least, it was a beach, and there was an ocean, the sand was not like the sand in the sandbox in there elementary school, which some kid told them came from the ocean once, but like nothing either of them had ever seen before. Also the trees were none that they had ever seen, even in movies or pictures. There were also a lot of very strange noises in the jungle behind them, even though it wasn’t what you’d think of for a typical jungle. As they were sitting there, they had just begun to discuss the idea of walking down the beach instead of just sitting there, when they saw a small white and red rabbit dragon hop out of the trees. They stared at it curiously, and it stared right back, just as curiously, but also secretly hungrily too. It played up its rabbit characteristics the best it could, big, wide, watery eyes, playing coy and fragile and not freaky. Even it was pretty surprised that it worked, really. Marylou was instantly in love! Sam was instantly disgusted, but curious. Neither of them was scared though, which is exactly what little Scaleybear, as Mary immediately named it, was hoping for. And so, Scaleybear in arms, and ignorant of any danger from the cute little monster, they began to walk down the beach to look for something else. They weren’t really sure what sort of a thing they were looking for, but it made about as much sense as just sitting and not doing anything, plus they were going to have to find someplace to sleep eventually. They quickly discovered that they were on a very very very small island. It took precisely 10 minutes for them to walk all the way around the beach, although it hadn’t seemed like they had walked in a circle, they had been walking straight the entire time, sure the beach curved a little, but it wasn’t a circle either. Sam knew where they were though, because there were the remnants of his unfortunate sand castle. He shuddered as he remembered how terrifying that had been. At the sound of a loud and surprised ‘yelp’ Salmon whipped around to find Mary holding her bleeding finger, and Scaleybear in the sand whimpering. Scaleybear had apparently gotten a little too comfortable, fallen asleep and bitten Mary in its sleep. Sam wasn’t sure why she was defending it so vehemently, or why she had made up such a convenient excuse for the thing, but all he could do was look at the pair of them with pursed lips and one raised eyebrow. Hopefully the thing wasn’t poisonous. It had quickly gotten rather dark, so the trio sat down next to the fire and Sam tended to Mary’s finger. It wasn’t a bad bite, it didn’t even really bleed, but Sam was concerned about infection, so he spit on it, rubbed some sand in it to make it a little muddy, and wrapped it tightly in a long skinny leaf. Never having learned any kind of first aid, he wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, but he wanted to look capable. With nothing to eat, nothing to drink, and nothing to sleep on but the inflatable mattresses they had set up around the fire, they decided they would just go to sleep and wait until morning. Luckily neither of them was really hungry. As Sam was lying there, he suddenly realized that absolutely nothing made sense. WHERE THE HECK DID THE FIRE COME FROM??? The mattresses made a little more sense, but he was so confused about everything else that had happened that day. Tired of thinking, he fell quickly into a restless sleep.
Sam wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep; it couldn’t have been very long, because it was still dark and the fire was still going mysteriously strong. He also wasn’t sure why he had woken. He sat up groggily and looked around, trying to sort through the events of the previous day, he saw the ocean, the beach, the trees, the fire, Marylou lying on her back, eyes open wide staring blankly into the sky above, Scaleybear lying next to her, her arm in his mouth almost up to her elbow, and back to the ocean again. Realizing what he had just seen, he jumped to his feet, fell over his mattress, nearly landing in the fire, jumped to his feet again, and ran to Mary’s side. Mary seemed to be in some kind of a trance, unaware that she was slowly being eaten by her newly found pet. Sam had no idea what to do. It looked like Scaleybear had attempted to swallow Mary whole, he seemed to be stuck and completely incapacitated. He looked sheepishly at Sam, and it almost looked like he shrugged his shoulders too. Apparently Scaleybear had indeed been poisonous, though not fatally. Sam considered whether or not to try to remove the leech, or if it would just cause further damage, he decided to remove it, failed, and decided it might be best to leave it on. Having positively no idea what to do, Sam resorted back to his rudimentary first aid skills. He ran to the ocean, grabbed some water, mixed it with some sand, and poured it in Mary’s eyes. Definitely not the best idea. Though, admittedly, not the worst either. She didn’t wake up. Then it hit him! He moved around to her other side, because it was weird to have the helpless Scaleybear staring at him all the time. He carefully smoothed out his clothes, mentally preparing himself, wiped his lips on his sleeve, closed his eyes, and slowly bent towards her. He really should have waited to close his eyes, but she was next to unconscious, so it was fine. His aim was off a little, and their noses collided a bit, but being somewhat familiar with the anatomy of the human and more specifically the female face, he knew where to find her lips. He softly kissed her, hoping there was enough passion to break whatever spell she was under. There apparently wasn’t though, and after about 2 full minutes, he realized that this probably wasn’t working. He sat back, maximally embarrassed, and super grateful that there was nobody watching. He wiped his mouth again, did a small cough, and feeling more ridiculous than he ever had before, decided to just go back to sleep, he had done everything he could.
Sam woke when the sun creeped up and touched his face from above the trees behind him. Mary woke up at the same time, and yawned. She was very concerned about the events that had taken place the night before, except for the ones that Sam didn’t tell her, like the, um, kiss. Also, when she asked about how she had gotten so much sand in her eyes, he pretended not to know and said something cryptic about it being windy. Scaleybear looked at him with knowing squinty eyes. They could think of no way to remove the little guy from her hand, but quickly discovered that they probably didn’t need to. She was completely functional with the parasite attached; as she moved her fingers, his body mimicked the movements she made; her thumb moved his front left leg, her first finger the back. Her middle finger moved his tail, and her ring and pinkie moved his front and back right legs. It was as if she was wearing an awkward and disturbing glove, but it worked. She had some problems with dexterity, but could maintain a firm grip on anything as long as she could get a hold of it. Sam just laughed at how ridiculous this all was. They quickly stored their meager belongings in the back of their Jeep and set out on their way. It was a beautiful day for a drive down the beach, the breeze blowing through the windows and tousling their hair. They had both developed considerable hunger pains during the night, but unlike Scaleybear, they didn’t really have many options. On their 7th or 8th loop around the island, Mary spotted something from the window. Sure enough, there in one of the trees, hanging from multiple weary branches, were fruit baskets! Sam had no idea how he was going to reach them, because as they approached the tree they discovered that it was completely entangled in some botanous form of razor wire. He thought about it for several moments, he considered kissing the tree for about 2 milliseconds, then in response to that, threatened himself if he ever came up with that idea again for anything. Finally, decided on a plan of action. It was rudimentary, and not likely to work, but he didn’t have anything else to do. He walked up to the tree, found a spot free of sharpness, and punched the tree with every ounce of strength he had. Approximately 37,298,323 flies popped into existence with a deafening explosion! Sam did not hear it however, as his brain and eyes were still flashing from the pain of his arboreal encounter. Mary however was completely thrown off guard, first by Sam’s incredible stupidity, then by the bang, then by what looked like thousands of flies pouring out of the hole that Sam had created in the trunk of the great tree.
When Sam finally came too, his hand looked like 2 lbs of ground beef, and felt as if it had been mistaken for unground beef a short time ago, and was fed into a grinder. He walked over to the tree and broke of large razor blade and adeptly scraped the beef from his hand. If Scaleybear had not been otherwise occupied, Sam likely would have fed the beef to him, because Sam felt guilty about unnecessary wasting. Cleaning the remaining cow from his hand with some wetwipes that Mary had given him, Sam studied the hole he had created. Putting his mouth close to the hole, he spoke to the tree. “Hey, ya dumb tree! Give us some of those baskets of food, ok?” He had decided that this was the kind of tree that would respond best to controlled intimidation. It didn’t care about nice, and it obviously didn’t like bullies, but it could see clear enough when it was in the presence of a superior being. After a small hesitation, the tree shuddered in response, and then let loose a particularly large basket that just happened to be hanging directly above Sam’s unconvincing head.
15 minutes, that’s how long Mary said he was unconscious for. She had dragged him back to their jeep and sorted all the fruit into their respective ROY G BIV ubication. Sam was not having a particularly good day. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this. Oh, and of course, now the fruit was all crawling away, obviously it couldn’t have been real fruit, it had to be crabs that looked like fruit when they were all curled up, not only that, they had to be vindictive crabs that felt like they needed to attack them. He couldn’t deal with it; he started muttering nonsense to himself and just went and sat on the hood of the car. He just sat and watched them chase Mary, they weren’t fast though, and she easily outran them. He just kept muttering to himself, trying to dismiss everything as normal. Mary quickly came running up from behind and joined him on the hood, panting. She was saying something angrily about leaving her, but he couldn’t be bothered. So she slapped him. Right across the face. Unfortunately, she used her Scaleybear hand and knocked him backwards off the hood. He was immediately seized by the entire cast of crabs. He writhed and wriggled and rolled to try to get the stupid little crustaceans to let go, but he was largely unsuccessful. Via his peripheral senses he was able to ascertain that Mary was in some kind of trouble too - oh, yes very much in trouble. It seemed that after she had knocked him off the jeep, she had been attacked by the swarm of flies that he had released. They were actually carrying her away with them? Really? He paused for a moment in his struggling to stare in disbelief at what he was disbelieveingly staring at. As he sat staring, he saw a large part of the swarm detach itself from the rest and speed towards him. It was immediate darkness of the most disturbing kind, the sun and all of the hope, love and peace that it emanates were entirely gone in an instant, and then the crabs were gone in an instant, and then the sun was back in an instant, but the crabs were still gone. They were protecting him? The flies? Helping him? Flies? Him? He was not at all surprised when a sinkhole opened up directly underneath him and he fell into wet Lebanonian darkness.