Joanne's+awesome+story--Through+the+Wall+Again

Through the Wall Again Clink clink clink went the empty bottles of beer in their crate gently hitting each other. As Marge carried the crate she angrily thought about how Homer had spent his savings on beer, again. So far she had found ten bottles all over the house. “Arg! Why?!” Marge screamed in frustration. She was coming nearer and nearer to the bedroom now. She pushed the door open with an unnecessary amount of force as she went up to it. Homer was lying on the bed facedown drooling. “What do you think you’re doing?!” screamed Marge suddenly dropping the crate of empty beer bottles, “Spending your savings on beer, we’ve got water, for free!” Homer didn’t budge. “You. Get. Out. Of. Bed. This. INSTANT!” Marge yelled as she was yelling wrestling Homer, trying to get him out of bed. Thump! One of Homer’s legs fell off the bed. The other thump proved that he was completely off the bed. Homer slowly pushed himself off the ground, wiping the dust off his clothes as he went up higher and higher. “Now go do something productive!” Slowly dragging his feet, Homer went down the stairs and into the living room. //I need to find a place where I will not be bothered by Marge...// Nothing came to mind. //Maybe I could get a book from the bookshe—//“The bookshelf! That’s it!” He jogged to the bookshelf and pushed with all his might until a reasonable amount of the wall showed up, enough for a human to go through. //Now let’s hope this place doesn’t hate me anymore.//
 * background- in treehouse of horror VI, homer goes through the wall behind the bookshelf and ends up in a 3D place

Homer carefully lifted his foot up and gently touched the wall. The moment his toe came in contact with the wall, it disappeared. When he withdrew his foot, all was well; every toe was still in place and nothing was misshapen. Now Homer got into a diving position and started a countdown. “3,2,1. Doh!” He dived for the wrong part of the wall. Carefully repositioning himself, Homer dived in and disappeared from sight. “Doh!” He had hit his head on a rock. Homer picked himself up and started to rub the bump that started to appear on his head. He looked around the place he was in. It appeared to be a cave. His eyes traveled from one wall to the next and stopped when something caught his eye. Homer walked to the place where the object was. It was a sign. //Grunt grunt gruntgrunt.// “Huh? Oh!” Homer exclaimed as he read the second part. // English translation: BEWARE!! Cavemen! // Ignoring the precautions, Homer walked on. Deeper and deeper into the cave he went. Coldness gradually crawled in and bit at Homer’s skin and he started to shiver. Surprisingly, the cold was pushed away by warmth. It filled Homer’s body to the brim. Soon enough, the source of the warmth came into view. It was cavemen cooking meat over a fire. Dressed in roughly sewn animal hides, the men and women seemed quite happy. Having not eaten for so long, Homer joined the ‘prehistoric’ people. “Uh grunt grunt?” asked Homer, not sure of what exactly he was saying (at the same time taking out his handy English- Cavemen dictionary). “Don’t bother, we speak English,” responded one of the elders. “That makes things muuuch easier. Now first things first, may I have some erm… food?” “Sure. Take this (hands over chunk of meat).” “Now can you tell me where I am—never mind that. I’m about 6000 years before my time sitting in a cave talking to cavemen. But, can you tell me how you can live without computers or TVs or you know, these wonderful appliances.” “What are combders and eevees? Well, I think I’ll just take you on a tour.” The caveman, who turned out to be the chief, led Homer to the tool-making room first. “Just about everything starts here,” he explained, “First we make hunting tools. After hunting, we make tools to skin the animal. Then, we use sewing tools to make clothes out of the hide and cooking tools to cook the rest of the meat.” Then they went to look at the women making clothing and watched the men hunt. When they got back to their original meeting place, it was quite dark. Left with no choice but to stay, Homer reluctantly went to the sleeping quarters. Slowly, Homer lost consciousness and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. He dreamt about cavemen kidnapping him from his luxurious house and forcing him to be a slave. He tried to run away but they caught up to him and was beaten brutally. Then he was forced to work day and night but he was so tired from the work he fainted. When Homer woke up, he remembered that the part about living with cavemen was true. As dawn crept in, most of the other people had awoken already. The chief called for Homer to show him his job for the day. The chief led him to a smaller section of the cave. “Here, you will make the tools you will need to live with us. Today, our expert will teach you to make the tools and you will follow her instructions. Anything you don’t finish today you will continue tomorrow. Now here comes Raab, our professional.” Raab started off by getting a sharp rock, a long stick, string, and an animal bone. “First we make spear.” She scraped away at the uneven parts until it was so smooth you could see your reflection. Then she strapped the bone and stick together forming a spear. Homer did the same and made a spear as well. They did this slowly and soon made a lot of progress. At first, he kept thinking about his warm comfy bed in //his// house and all the other great things he owned. But as time went on, Homer focused more and more on the present. He had adapted to this new lifestyle he was given and no longer complained about anything. He focused more on the necessities and not the luxuries. One day, the chief came up to Homer. “The seasons are changing, the weather is cold. We must leave to a warmer place,” he explained staring into the sky looking at the migrating birds, “We must pack and leave today.” Then it struck him, Homer remembered how he had a family and a home in a different universe which he could not reach. He realized that he had to get back. *** With his back against the wall, Homer watched as the last of the little dots disappeared at the horizon. //I can’t stay here forever, I have to find a way back. I need to see my family…// As if responding to his thoughts, Bart jumped out of the opposite wall with a rope tied around his waist. “Cool!” he exclaimed as he looked around, “But we gotta go back. It’s been about ten minutes and Mom was getting worried.” Homer didn’t ask. He ran to Bart and hugged him. Then he followed the rope back into his house.