The Island of Something

On the way to the Great Underground Library of the Desert She stopped on an a little island, no more than a sloped square hill poking out of the ocean. Covered in shrubs and plants from flora and fauna which should not get along, She sat down at its highest point and stroked Her furry ears until Her purred. The purring got louder and She realised that it wasn't her kitten who was purring, it was the island that was rumbling and rustling mildly. She argued whether she was exhausted enough to ignore the rumbling or cautious enough to get up, run and hold on to the sail for the many more hours it would take to get to the shore of the Great Underground Library of the Desert.

She crawled deeper into the sand and attempted to resume stroking Her, who would not be amenable and climbed onto She's chest to be as far away from the ground as possible. Her's continuous hissing at the occasional rumble eventually irritated She out of her dozing state and She grumbled about having to wake up after all. She sat up abruptly, Her meowing in protest at Her servant's unruly behaviour. And just as She was trying to tangle Her claws out of her fabric, she saw Something.

Something was staring at them. A long neck was winding out of a bush with greedy round eyes and a wrinkly, translucent yellowed cream skin with black spots and scars. A square jaw with eight chins shook with every slow, continuous chew. Between two beats of chewing the raspy, smoky voice said:

"How do you do?
I am Something, who are you?
There's a rumble underground,
You should not be earthbound,
Yet."

She screamed and ran the twenty paces to the edge of the island. "Not the right place for a panic run," She remarked out loud and walked back sheepishly.
"Hello, Something. I'm She and the kitten who... was... just with me is Her. We're resting, but we'll be out of your hair in no time. I just need to find Her, hold on. Not like there are many places to hide on this tiny square island." She looked around.
"You are much mistaken," Something said slowly. "Search for Her. I'll wait. The rumble will only increase, it is good of you to stay."
"There's an earthquake at the Great Underground Library again? How do you even know that?" She asked while searching under the palm leaves and rose blossoms in the vicinity.
Something chewed slowly, wide eyes staring, never blinking. She felt awkward. Not wanting to ask again, she took her map from out of her knee high sock and unfurled it to ascertain the strength of the earthquake with the information She had. The information She got instead was that the island did not exist.

Click. Oh!

Something itself was grumbling, rasping, fluttering. It was a growling stomach. The island itself was trying to get Her to stay, She to look for Her and to stay, too. Something was hungry, She and Her the next meal. She had to fly, fly quickly - but not without Her. Crawling through the surprisingly deep bushes and shrubs, She called out for Her.

And then there Her was, jumping from out of the ground onto She's back, urging them towards the edge of the solidity.
"I crawled into Something's dried ink sewer veins where I discovered the leathery spine and a mouldy, flaking skin of paper. Fly, servant!"
She stomped into the ground, through the shrub, through a thin layer or sandy soil until She hit Something solid and sticky from which she could launch Her and herself into flying. A letter g got stuck to her shoe, stretching in its attempt to glue materialism to letters, but She shook the sticky g off and watched it flutter into a tangle of shrub leaves.

Something wailed brokenly and snapped at them in the sky, catching only the lock of fur hair Her shed in shock. She looked back down, the leathery covers of the carnivorous Book island engulfing its new material, re-tasting Something and shrubs.

She and Her had been this close to being bound. A metallic sky lurked and creaked on the horizon in muted clouds. They got away.

Or did they?