the life and adventures of mr sloto

The prophesied god

“And we’re off”, said Mr. Sloto, as they left Cherrytown. The town had been restored to order and Mr. and Mrs. Sloto had received a medal from the city’s mayor for their heroic efforts.

“First stop, islands in the Indian ocean!” continued Mr. Sloto as he was configuring his navigation path in the sailboat’s computer frame.

For the next two weeks Mr. and Mrs. Sloto spent quality time together playing card games, looking out to the endless horizon and the impressive night sky before going to bed.

Early one morning, Mr. Sloto says: “We are about to land in a little known island called North Sentinel Island. I have read online that there are natives here that are hostile to visitors, so we have to be very careful not to frighten them.”

Mr. Sloto set anchor near the coast and both of them got off to explore the island. Suddenly a whooshing sound was heard. “What was that?” asked Mr. Sloto. He looked up and saw something approaching. “Oh no!” screamed Mr. Slot, “We’re under attack… let’s run!”

Hundreds of arrows were approaching Mr. and Mrs. Sloto. They whizzed as fast as possible through the sands, but their wheels were beginning to fail under the humid conditions.  An arrow struck Mr. Sloto in his back and knocked him down. Mrs. Sloto was paralyzed with fear.

A gang of 20 islanders approached the visitors. What seemed like the leader held an amulet in his hand. It shone bright in the sun. He began speaking, as if preaching to the clouds. Strangely, the sky began to turn overcast and a few drops of rain began to fall. Mr. Slot mumbled: “We come in peace… please don’t hurt us!”

The leader came to examine Mr. Sloto up close. He pulled Mr. Sloto’s slot lever and the reels began to turn. Three diamonds appear on the reels and Mr. Sloto spat out dozens of gold coins. The islanders were in awe. They took the two visitors into the island. Mr. Sloto was placed inside a native temple made of intertwined palm tree leaves. Inside there were images that eerily resembled Mr. Sloto.

The islanders all sat around Mr. Sloto and began to worship him. Mr. Sloto looked at Mrs. Sloto that was next to the temple. “They think I’m a sort of prophesied god” he said with a smirk on his face. “I think we are safe for now.”

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