I read the instruction manual on setting traps for creepers. If I could capture Wesley for just one day, I would have some peace and would be able to concentrate on getting ready for the championship.
The only problem was that most of these traps were designed to Kill creepers. I didn’t want to Kill Wesley. He may be a complete pain in the butt, but that would be going too far.
However, there was one trap I really liKed. You construct a little room with doors and you lure the creeper in. Then you locK the doors after him, and, bam, he’s trapped!
It didn’t looK too hard to maKe, and once I’d gotten the idea into my head I couldn’t thinK of anything else. I began to gather the necessary materials to build the trap. It was a bit difficult, not having arms, but I quicKly figured out how to transport things by using my feet. Also, it’s crazy how easy it is to move stuff if you blow up in the right spot.
It tooK me a while, but, in the end, I had everything I needed. I began to place blocKs and doors in their proper places so I could trap Wesley. When I was done, I stepped bacK to admire my handiworK.
“Whatcha maKing, worm?”
Wesley! Exactly the person I wanted. This saved me from having to find a way to lure him here.
“I’m just building a little thing to help me train for the competition.”
I tried to Keep my voice light. I had to be careful with Wesley. He was suspicious, and I had to find the right words to maKe him step into my trap.
“Oh yeah? I’d say these are some stupid doors that lead nowhere. How does it worK?”
I couldn’t believe it! Wesley was maKing it easy for me! If I could lure him inside, then I could ducK around him, double-locK the doors, and run away.
“I’ll show you.”
I opened the door and I stepped into the trap.
“Got you!”
I spun around and saw Wesley slam the door shut! He pressed himself against it to Keep it closed.
I turned to the other doors, but Wesley’s friends had quietly sneaKed up while we were talKing, and now they blocKed all the exits. I had wanted to trap Wesley—and he had trapped me instead!
I heard the bolts scraping in the doors as Wesley locKed them one by one so that I couldn’t escape. Then he threw the Key into the bushes.
“Later, worm! Good lucK getting out!”
Wesley and his friends drummed on the doors before they ran away, leaving me stucK there, caught in my own trap.