Role

Chapter 2

Bloomp climbed out of the garbage heap and crawled back into the sewer drain
from which he came. Humming to himself, he walked back to his clan home
through the various twists and turns that he knew all too well.Shuffling
through the last pipe, he didn't even notice the filth that had clung itself
to his head and the rags he called clothes. 'Bloomp home!' he cried upon
entering the room. Two faces peered up at him with hopeful expressions on
them, 'Wheres food?' one asked.Halting the picking of his nose, he
proceeded to take the items he had collected throughout the day out of his
shirt and pants. 'Got that..an that..an that..an that..' he said as he threw
down banana peels, egg shells, rotten meat finally, Allaramen.The svirf
toddler lay very still on the floor he had just been dropped on, barely
breathing and showing hardly no signs of life. 'Oooh...', Bloomp's sister
Groomp said, 'Itsa thing.' Poking the child with an unwashed foot, Bloomp
said 'Its dead though, good eats.' Just then Allaramen let out a stifled
cry, opening his now tear filled eyes. 'Aint dead,' Groomp said, bending
down to pick the child up,'Itsa- live. Whered ya get 'em from?' Shrugging,
Gloomp picked his nose and grabbed the child. 'Ya still wanna eat it?' 'No!'
Groomp exclaimed, 'We gotta keep it.'