The Obelisk

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The Obelisk

-Chapter 16-

The three carnivores had been walking for a few hours. They were almost to the end of the swamp. Forest was beginning to spot the horizon through the thick mangrove forest.

Snap! Something like a stick or twig broke behind Forest. He whipped around. “What was that?”

Spark and Rust were in the front, arguing. Whatever it was, they obviously hadn’t heard it over their own bickering. Forest slowed down to listen.

Hm. Nothing. Maybe it was a Compy. According to Spark, They were very curious.

Up ahead, Forest heard Spark yell, “NO, it’s WEST, DUMMY. ‘NEVER—EAT—SOGGY—WORMS.’ See?” She whacked Rusts head with her tail.

“OK OK. I thought the last part was ‘wheat’,” Rust muttered, rubbing his head feathers.

Spark groaned, stomping even farther ahead.

“Guys,” Forest called. “I had actually heard something back there.”

“We’ll it’s gone now!” Spark called over shoulder, sounding irritated.

“Did you give her a hard time?” Forest asked Rust.”

The deinonychus gave Forest an obvious look. “Kinda. Like, I was only fifty-nine percent trying to give her hard time. The rest was all genuine.”

“Really.” Forest was not too convinced.

“Oh, hey, look up!” Rust called. “Quetzals!”

Green and blue and red creatures flew overhead, sliding on their ginormous wings. Tiny tails sales behind them as they bellowed to one another.

“They’re carnivores, aren’t they?” Forest asked. “Why can’t I understand them?”

“All fliers have this special language only they understand,” Spark said, slowing down for Forest to catch up. “There’s Carnivore, Herbivore, and the Fliers Language. I thought Omnivores had a language, too, but I’m not so sure anymore.” She stopped to take a breath.

Snap!

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