
While the rat and bugs finished off the
Dhole that was trying to get me, Rodney Roach carried me away from harms way by going this way and that way down a maze of passage ways in the sewer. And he carried me all the way, which was the nicest way I ever traveled. I'm not sure how much I weigh, but he was way stronger than any guy, well, almost. Axe Man was really strong, too.
But the roach had to stop several times. I'm not sure if he was tired, or if he lost his way. That maze of sewers was like a
labyrinth. Really confusing. Then he stopped and sat me down.
He looked up, so I looked up, too. There was a smaller pipe or tunnel that went straight up like a smoke pipe, but
gook stuff was running out of it. He then turned back into a small roach bug like he was before and told me to lift him up to the
vertical pipe. He began to scurry up it, saying that he would drop a rope or something to pull me up when he got to the top.
I waited. Then waited more. It was cold, damp, dark and stinky down there where I waited. I got tired of standing there looking up at that hole in the ceiling waiting for a rope to come down. It seemed like the longest time.
Then my excited feeling about being saved by so many friends began to fade and I got bored. I began having doubts about myself again because I began to think that Rodney left and wasn't going to drop a rope to rescue me. A tear ran down my cheek and I had to pee really bad. I looked around for a place to pee, but realized I was in a sewer, so it didn't really matter where I peed.
I just continued to wait to be rescued.