Ninja

A small, tan scorpion crawled across the ceiling. The heat had driven it out of the attic and into the bedroom below. A light breeze from the ceiling fan caused it to lose its grip and drop to the carpeted floor. A second later it began moving again, seeking the shadows underneath the bed.

The shadows already held something. A black bunnyfly watched, hidden within the dark grey transitions from light to dark. Not one muscle moved. A one inch sword was already drawn, its blade blackened and gleam free. The black scarf wrapped around his face left just enough room for tiny eyes to peek out.

The scorpion drew closer to the bed, unaware it was already a target. As it reached the darkening edge underneath, its tail was cleanly sliced off. In an instant it was dismembered: legs, pinchers, body segments and head were all removed until the bits were simply chopped into smaller bits. After his sword was sheathed the small scorpion bits were gathered up and flown to a space under the chest of drawers that could only be gotten to from a gap in the wall. The scorpion bits were placed with other scorpion bits, dozens, maybe hundreds. A scorpion bit for every time The Couple had not been stung by a scorpion.

Ninja bunnyfly flew undetected back to the shadows.

And watched.

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