Suddenly, a great beeping started up in Zecora's ears. "Curse all this noise I have to drink! I can barely hear myself think!" Just then, a tow truck pulled into the lot, and a rather chubby man hopped out of the driver's seat.

"Hello, erm, miss," he said, looking confused. "A man called about needing a tow, and this car here matches the description he gave. Where is he?"

"It does not matter where is he, for the he you speak of is me."

The driver looked even more confused. "Must you speak in rhyme all the time?"

"It was a matter most tragic, caused mainly by unknown magic."

"This is getting creepy," the driver said, as he began to attach the chain and lift the rear end of the car up in order to tow it back to wherever it needed to be towed to. "Where do you need to go, Madam?"

"As I will need a tow, can you take me to Manteo? Tis on an island called Roanoke, which is filled with lots of pleasant folk of hues quite bright, unlikely to start a fight."

The driver nodded and hopped in his seat. "Take the passenger seat, should it be a feat," he replied jokingly, clearly warming to Zecora's odd way of speaking.

"I think you for your generosity," Zecora said, "I shall not have to flee."

The run back took a few hours, but was all achieved with mortal powers. At last, they returned to Manteo by the Sea, and the driver dropped Zecora off at the CVS Pharmacy. We must stop rhyming, for it severely affects the timing.

Zecora, having little else to do, decided to head for home. A lot of people looked very confused at this sight.

"Who is this?" asked a person, as people are known to do.

"It could be a new resident," suggested somebody.

"Or it could be Jimmy again," said another.

"Or somebody else," said yet another.

A whistle came across the street, followed by several more. They were wolf whistles, and Zecora just rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I just met you," said one of them, walking across the street to her, "and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?"

"This day has been long, why do you quote pop songs?"

"Because it works," the guy replied, and crossed back across the road.

Zecora sighed. "They whistle at me, that man and his crew. I'll be avenged on the whole pack of you."

Thankfully though, Zecora was able to make it back home without further incident.

And so, concludes our little tale. Zecora went indoors and fell asleep, dreaming of terrifying monsters and beings stuck in stone.

Author's Note

Yes that was my intention to include that classic Pop Culture song. Don't blame me for still loving old memes of course XD

Also note that last bit of sentence at that end of this chapter. That will serve as a hint for the next story from me coming out on October 14th, 2019: