Roland Fluffy Alternate Ending
“Dude, we’re completely lost.” Fluffy groaned. His tail twitched, displaying his agitation. “What do you know? You’re a cat.” Michelle asked incredulously. They walked side by side, leaving footprints in the blazing sand. The air was dusty, and the sun was beating down on their backs. “It’s so hot!” Carina said, sitting on a rock. “Wow, I expected the desert to have a nice breeze.” Fluffy sneered. “Well it is a desert, and deserts mean hot days, plus why did I agree with coming along?” Carina whined. “I could’ve been drinking a nice iced mocha while watching Doctor Who and maybe sleeping-” Carina stops as Fluffy starts to shush her. “Do you hear that?” Fluffy asked, turning towards the sun. The three stared at the sky, and realized there was a plane flying towards them.
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“Observant as ever.” Fluffy spoke, rolling his eyes. Carina walked over, and grabbed onto the crate’s lid. “Seriously? They nailed it on. Come help me.” She said, struggling with the heavy wooden crate. Michelle stepped over to help, and Fluffy decided to observe. Eventually they pried off the top. “Are those-” Carina’s voice trailed off. “Peaches.” Michelle laughed. “Why couldn’t it have been cat food?” Fluffy wailed. Despite Fluffy’s protests, the girls started eating. Of course, they would have appreciated water and some shade, but beggars in the desert can’t be choosers. Michelle even broke off some pieces for Fluffy, which he ate dejectedly. Once they were full, they looked at each other from where they sat in the sand. “So, what next?” Carina asked. “A nap?” Fluffy suggested. “Something useful.” droned Carina. “What about the plane?” Michelle spoke. “The one that crashed?” Fluffy questioned.
“Not your best idea, Michelle.” Carina said.
“Maybe he kept flying in that direction because he knew there was a safe place to land.” Michelle explained.
“Huh. good enough for me.” Fluffy said, walking in the direction the plane had
“Observant as ever.” Fluffy spoke, rolling his eyes. Carina walked over, and grabbed onto the crate’s lid. “Seriously? They nailed it on. Come help me.” She said, struggling with the heavy wooden crate. Michelle stepped over to help, and Fluffy decided to observe. Eventually they pried off the top. “Are those-” Carina’s voice trailed off. “Peaches.” Michelle laughed. “Why couldn’t it have been cat food?” Fluffy wailed. Despite Fluffy’s protests, the girls started eating. Of course, they would have appreciated water and some shade, but beggars in the desert can’t be choosers. Michelle even broke off some pieces for Fluffy, which he ate dejectedly. Once they were full, they looked at each other from where they sat in the sand. “So, what next?” Carina asked. “A nap?” Fluffy suggested. “Something useful.” droned Carina. “What about the plane?” Michelle spoke. “The one that crashed?” Fluffy questioned.
“Not your best idea, Michelle.” Carina said.
“Maybe he kept flying in that direction because he knew there was a safe place to land.” Michelle explained.
“Huh. good enough for me.” Fluffy said, walking in the direction the plane had