Chuckles went back to the cave, rounded up the cookies, and put them in the sack.
He left the cave and went running through the forest.
He ran away from the town hoping that the horrible beast would still be in that area and by running away he could avoid it.
As he was running Little Bill spoke up from the sack, "Where are we going Uncle Chuckles?"
"Great," muttered Chuckles and then said more loudly, "We are running away from the Chob."
"What’s a chob Chuckles?"
"I don’t know exactly but it is a very bad beast of some kind and we need to get away from it as quickly as possible."
Little Bill said, "Can I help you some how?"
Chuckles thought for a moment and then said, "I don’t think so."
At that moment Chuckles worst fears were realized. In the distance coming over a hill right in the path they had been taking was the awful Chob beast.
It was worse, a thousand times worse than what the dying "dinner roll" had described. It was brownish black and round like a sea cucumber with many tentacles hanging off of it. There were noses on the end of every tentacle and it was crawling along with its tongue out looking around with its tongue-eyeballs.
Because it had to have its tongue out to see it talked in a strange way.
In truth The Chob didn't speak, it was so large that it just bellowed. Here is what it was saying:
Thuckles Dirt Muffin! Thuckles Dirt Thip Muffin!
I know you! I thmell you with mah noses! Thuckles! You woke me up!
Chuckles had to act quickly.
