“Who me? What did I do?” asked Tommy, trying to put on his most innocent face.
“You make me ugly and smelly by not picking up your dog’s poop!” the she-monster replied.
“Hey, I’m not the only one who does this,” Tommy replied. “What about Mrs. Fraser and all the other people around here?”
“I can’t come out of my house unless there’s a real storm,” replied the she-monster. “You’re the first person I’ve caught in a very long time.”
“Wait, Who are you?” asked Tommy. Rupert started sniffing around the grass skirt.
“I’m a naiad of course,” said the naiad with an awkward curtsey. “You know, one of those beautiful water spirits from Greek mythology?”
“Okay, if you say so,” said Tommy with a shrug. “I still don’t understand. How does not picking up Rupert’s poop affect you?”
The naiad laughed. “I guess you don’t understand so I’ll have to make it so you do.”
Tommy watched as the naiad pointed her index finger at him and Rupert. Immediately he felt a wave of nausea. He clutched his stomach and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw that he and Rupert had shrunk to half the size of his plastic army men!
“Off you go!” said the naiad, which now sounded like a shout to Tommy. He felt two fingers pick him up and then place him on a leaf. With Rupert beside him, he saw the naiad’s giant hand pick up the leaf and place it into the stormwater on the side of the street.
“Woohoo!” Tommy shouted, pumping his fist in the air. Even in the pouring rain, floating downhill on a leaf in rushing water was the best ride ever! Rupert barked in agreement.
Tommy slowly stood up on the leaf, trying out his surfing skills when he saw a big gaping hole at the bottom of the hill. Of course! The storm drain!
“We don’t want to go in there Rupert,” Tommy explained to Rupert. Rupert wagged his tail. “There’s rats and mice and all sorts of other things that might eat us in there.”
Tommy tried to slow down by pushing his heels on the leaf but it was no use. If anything, they were moving even faster. Tommy braced himself by holding on to the edges of the leaf.
“Hold on Rupert!” Tommy shouted. At the last minute he pushed Rupert’s head down and ducked in order to avoid the top of the metal grate but it was too late.
“Uggh,” Tommy said as he and Rupert splashed down into the darkness.
End of Part 2