|Philwizard: Being a Spiritual Chief is Hard
Author: Dandino PM
Being a spiritual chief not easy. For my friendRated: Fiction K - English - Mouse - Words: 392 - Published: 04-03-12 - id: 7987111
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
A TFM Fanfiction
Philwizard woke up, excited for a brand new day. The tribe house of the tribe "the awesome bro's" was already filled with life. Dandino walked by and saw Philwizard.
"Phil…its 10:30 am. You slept in!" Dandino ran off into the direction of survivor4. Phil had no idea where to go. Should he earn cheese, play survivor, boot camp, there were so many choices! He finally decided to go to room TFM.
"Hia! You're just in time for a new map to come up!" The shaman said. Phil nodded, getting prepared for running, building, and if necessary, trolling.
"Okay guys, stay back! I can't see where I'm building when you stand in my way!" The shaman built to the cheese but wasn't done. Some impatient people jumped, trying to show off, and missed. A crowd of mice started laughing at them, including Phil.
"Why you wait." The shaman giggled. He put one last box down and finally, Phil got in the hole. The best thing was, he got first.
"Score!" He shouted, gleefully. The other mice glared, obviously mad they didn't get first. Phil stopped dancing and checked the time.
Oh no! I can't be late for the party! The young, brown mouse thought. He ran towards the tribe house and got there just in time.
"Hey look guys! It's our spiritual chief, Phil!" Dandino announced from her microphone, beckoning Phil on the wood platform. He climbed up and smiled.
"Hello guys! Thank you for joining my tribe! I'm so happy to see so many people here." Phil admitted. Acidsdavio, Phil's best friend, came up and stood on the stage.
"Thanks, Phil. Now, we have a surprise for you!" The young mouse stated. Phil cocked his head, confused. Dandino pulled back the curtain and Phil's eyes widened.
"YOUR VERY OWN: ANVIL GOD!" The whole tribe shouted. Phil shook his head. He took a step back as the creature came to life. It knocked soda bottles off the table, couches over, and in despite of Dandino's love for it, knocked down the tribe house's radio.
"Oh no," Phil muttered under his breath. "Since I'm spiritual chief, I have to clean this up." He groaned under his breath and ran from his new "pet".