The Special Mentor Chapter 17

Back to Me

Walking down the streets, I nudged the wheel of bumpy cheese with my face . Whispers of curiosity, confusion, and disgust filled my ears .

"What is that thing doing?"

"Do you think that it's a Beast Man?"

"Eww, gross . It can't be . It doesn't have a collar on . "

"Maybe it ran away? Rotten thing . Doesn't know its place . "

"Should we throw a rock at it?"

I sighed internally . Instead of fussing over their offensive words, I turned my attention towards Miceter .
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When I turned around, I saw a snake made of sausages slowly slithering in my direction . I couldn't see Miceter at all . He was completely hidden behind the sausage he was holding .

This whole scenario was hilariously ridiculous .

"Do you need any help?" I asked once Miceter caught up .

"Nope! I'm fine, Mister!" Miceter quickly replied . "I can carry this just fine! Shoot, I can even carry a building all the way to the North Ice Pole if you want me to, Mister!"

I shook my head, a smile spreading across my face . The image of Miceter carrying a huge building over his head made me want to laugh .

"Alright, then . Let me know if you need any help, okay?"

"Okay . "

I continued to march forward while struggling to contain my laughter . I also made sure to avoid any puddles I saw . And, when I was too far away from Miceter, I made sure to wait while keeping the wheel of cheese standing with a paw .

Our somewhat peaceful march was interrupted when a loud shout disrupted the whispering crowd .

"Hey, wait up!"

Looking up from the dirty wheel of cheese, I felt as if I was dunked into a cold bucket of ice .

Running towards us from the distance was the stall vendor .

Oh crap .

We didn't pay for the food . Is he chasing us down to get the money we owe?

But we don't have any!

Shoot!

Can't risk it!

GOTTA RUN!

Without waiting for the stall vendor to catch up, I snatched Miceter up with my teeth and threw him onto my back . Then, like a fish in water, I slipped through the crowd, dodging kicking feet and dashing through skirts . Some shrieked in embarrassment while others screamed in horror before stepping back .

"Hey!"

"Oh my God, get that thing away from me!"

"Eww, disgusting!"

"Damn Beast, get out of here!"

Under the loud voices of the crowd, Miceter's voice could be heard .

"Hey, Mister! what'cha doin'? The nice man said to wait up!" Miceter innocently asked me . "And what about the food?"

"Just leave it!" I barked, taking a sharp turn into a dark alley .

And just like that, I was running through the maze of alleys and cobblestone streets until I ran out of breath .

Funnily enough, we stopped right in front of the Puppet Show stall .

Almost as if it were fate . . .

Just kidding .

I purposefully came here so Miceter could be distracted .

I didn't want Miceter to end up feeling guilty about not waiting for the "Nice Man" and end up dwelling on it .

Chapter end