Stinky Creek (continued)
They waited for a minute, an hour, a day, a week, and even a month.
Still nobody visited them.
'But we changed the name!' Pong threw his many arms up, 'What else do they want?'
'Yeah and it is a beautiful sweet smelling name,' agreed Stench.
'And it even smells beautiful and sweet smelling,' said Malodor taking a big whiff of the fumes that rose from their creek, 'It has always smelled beautiful.'
They looked at their creek, they loved it just the way it was. The brown murky water, which seeped from the leaky sewer line churned as they rode their old tyres up and down, looked like a milk chocolate drink. The insects and squirming organisms that lived in the mud and sand had become their friends and would be abuzz whenever they played down in the creek and it was fun watching the insects slip and slide on the oil slicks. The creatures of 'Stinky Creek' were grateful to all the people and creatures that helped pollute their creek, they couldn't have done it without them. If it weren't for the stormwater rains they wouldn't have a creek. All the litter, dog droppings, cigarette butts, leaves, and chemicals added to the disgusting beauty of their creek. They even had a shopping trolley stuck in the mud – cool.
Anyhow back to the story …
'Why won't you visit us?' yelled out Pong from the creek. His voice ricocheted off the big rock that stood between them and the creek to their left. His voice also bounced off the big tree that waved from side to side from their creek to the creek to their right. Then his voice raced through the long grass that lead to the creek straight ahead.
'Cos you still stink!' yelled back the creatures from the rock creek who took pride in their crystal clear creek.
'What a stench!' screamed the creatures from over the grassy way that cleaned their creek out every week.
'Pwor. We're nearly dead here already!' shouted the creatures from over the other side of the tree who used recycled water in their creek.
'The smell!' said Pong. 'Smell?' asked Stench.
'It's the smell!' stated Malodor. They looked at each other and suddenly realised that changing the name of their creek didn't change the smell.
'We're never going to have new friends, we've just got each other.'
They threw all their multiple arms up in the air and gave up because they liked their creek and it's smells just the way they were, and they weren't going to change it for any other creature! But the bad thing was that nobody was ever ever in a trillion fabillion years going to visit them, not in their lifetime anyhow …. And that wasn't very long …. Because they lived in a stinky unhealthy creek!
The end.
