Stabbing Spider hisses, “This water is frozen. I’ll slide around, but not in the direction I have chosen.” She stabs her talons into the ground, hard mud shards start to fly.

Jackhammer sounds fill the forest. “A home for my sac and a
spot for my head, this hole will be a home that trespassers will dread.”

Crazy Camel approaches the fence with glee. “That darn cat is back. I’ll blast her with a drop kick attack. I’ll eat her shiny for a snack. That should teach her for wandering back.”

His confidence high, he holds his head low, Crazy Camel trots into battle and a battle he gets as a herd of kittens leap into action. Snaring his legs with rope, and netting his hump with a net. “That darn cat is about to get a face full. Get off your butt and come closer lady. You wanted The Camel, but today you get The Bull.”

She lifts from her perch, but only moves to a better view. The kittens get to work scratching threes into The Camel. Crazy Camel waits, he knows what to do.