Botober 18: Pizza For Pterosaurs
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alfvaenThe Botober prompts for today seem nice, kind of thematically grouped, so not too hard to fit together:
Pizza For Pterosaurs
She woke up for the first time and found herself lying at the base of a gigantic tree. She awkwardly got up on all fours, then onto her hind feet, unfolding her wings. She flapped them experimentally, but she felt too weak to actually fly with them.
There was some odd shiny thing sticking out of the side of the tree. It smelled like water, and she was thirsty, so she lapped up the occasional drops from it.
Then she heard a scrabbling sound coming from the ground. A little ridge rose in the dirt and moved toward her. A winglength away, it stopped and then rose up to reveal a brown snout and big clawed paws. She hopped back instinctively.
"Hi there?" it said in a gravelly voice. "You're new, right?"
"Yes!" she said. "You can talk! What are you?"
"I'm a mole," it said. "I'm here to bring you food."
"What is food?" she asked.
It was silent for a moment. "Food is...things you eat. You swallow them and they make you less hungry. You feel better and have more energy."
"Okay," she said. "I should like some of those. What do they look like? Do I have any?"
"I'm not sure what you should be eating," the mole admitted. "You're not in the guide. All I have with me right now is yogurt. Do you want to try some?"
She nodded, and the mole took out two small covered cups; it took the cover off one and revealed a creamy substance. She licked it tentatively. "I don't like it," she said.
"No matter," said the mole. "I'll find something for you. Oh, and if you're thirsty, it looks like you have a spigot there. You just need to move that flat bit and water will come out."
"Thank you!" she chirped, and moved to try this, as the mole disappeared back into its tunnel. She quenched her thirst, and played with turning it on and off a few more times before she got bored. She was pretty sure what she was feeling was hunger, and she wanted it to go away. Though not enough to try more of the yogurt.
Finally the mole returned with an oddly-shaped object, wide and flat, with sharp corners, that looked like it was made of the outer covering of the tree. It smelled better than that, though... The mole unfolded it and revealed a round object inside that was the source of the smell. "Best we can tell, you're probably an omnivore," it said. "But probably you like fish, so we got some anchovies on it."
She picked up one of the wedge-shaped pieces with her beak and slid it into her mouth. It was wonderful! She couldn't identity all the tastes, and one or two were unpleasant, but they all blended together into an explosion of sensation that was intoxicating. "Yum!" she said when she'd swallowed it. "What it this called?"
"Pizza," the mole said. "There's a machine out there that makes it. Something the Creators left behind. Like the machine that hatched you and put you in here."
She tilted her head, puzzled. "They made me? Like a pizza?"
"I don't understand it much," the mole admitted. "But somebody made this place, and made the machines that make food, but nobody's seen them in living memory. All we have are tales, and new creatures like you showing up from time to time. If they're gone, they left things to run somehow while they were away. And we don't know if they're going to come back."
She ate about half the pizza before she began to feel full. "Are there more like me?" she asked.
"Not yet," the mole said, "but probably there will be soon. That's the way it usually works."
"Thank you for bringing me the pizza!" she said to the mole. She looked around. "I think I can fly now!" And she did.
- Things: Two cups of yogurt
- Concepts: What is food
- Advanced: Mole delivering pizza to tiny pterodactyl
- Terrible: A spigot
Pizza For Pterosaurs
She woke up for the first time and found herself lying at the base of a gigantic tree. She awkwardly got up on all fours, then onto her hind feet, unfolding her wings. She flapped them experimentally, but she felt too weak to actually fly with them.
There was some odd shiny thing sticking out of the side of the tree. It smelled like water, and she was thirsty, so she lapped up the occasional drops from it.
Then she heard a scrabbling sound coming from the ground. A little ridge rose in the dirt and moved toward her. A winglength away, it stopped and then rose up to reveal a brown snout and big clawed paws. She hopped back instinctively.
"Hi there?" it said in a gravelly voice. "You're new, right?"
"Yes!" she said. "You can talk! What are you?"
"I'm a mole," it said. "I'm here to bring you food."
"What is food?" she asked.
It was silent for a moment. "Food is...things you eat. You swallow them and they make you less hungry. You feel better and have more energy."
"Okay," she said. "I should like some of those. What do they look like? Do I have any?"
"I'm not sure what you should be eating," the mole admitted. "You're not in the guide. All I have with me right now is yogurt. Do you want to try some?"
She nodded, and the mole took out two small covered cups; it took the cover off one and revealed a creamy substance. She licked it tentatively. "I don't like it," she said.
"No matter," said the mole. "I'll find something for you. Oh, and if you're thirsty, it looks like you have a spigot there. You just need to move that flat bit and water will come out."
"Thank you!" she chirped, and moved to try this, as the mole disappeared back into its tunnel. She quenched her thirst, and played with turning it on and off a few more times before she got bored. She was pretty sure what she was feeling was hunger, and she wanted it to go away. Though not enough to try more of the yogurt.
Finally the mole returned with an oddly-shaped object, wide and flat, with sharp corners, that looked like it was made of the outer covering of the tree. It smelled better than that, though... The mole unfolded it and revealed a round object inside that was the source of the smell. "Best we can tell, you're probably an omnivore," it said. "But probably you like fish, so we got some anchovies on it."
She picked up one of the wedge-shaped pieces with her beak and slid it into her mouth. It was wonderful! She couldn't identity all the tastes, and one or two were unpleasant, but they all blended together into an explosion of sensation that was intoxicating. "Yum!" she said when she'd swallowed it. "What it this called?"
"Pizza," the mole said. "There's a machine out there that makes it. Something the Creators left behind. Like the machine that hatched you and put you in here."
She tilted her head, puzzled. "They made me? Like a pizza?"
"I don't understand it much," the mole admitted. "But somebody made this place, and made the machines that make food, but nobody's seen them in living memory. All we have are tales, and new creatures like you showing up from time to time. If they're gone, they left things to run somehow while they were away. And we don't know if they're going to come back."
She ate about half the pizza before she began to feel full. "Are there more like me?" she asked.
"Not yet," the mole said, "but probably there will be soon. That's the way it usually works."
"Thank you for bringing me the pizza!" she said to the mole. She looked around. "I think I can fly now!" And she did.
