THE FANGED WRIGGLER

June 1, 2016

Charles Bentlow slid from concealment behind the rhododendrons, furtively glancing to his left. Had he in addition glanced furtively to his right, fortune might have smiled and guided him to safety in the boathouse. However, his glance to the left lingered a beat too long, thereby solidifying in perpetuity fortune’s frown on Bentlow’s subsequent demise. For silently creeping toward Bentlow from the right, low and against the hedge wall, was The Fanged Wriggle. When it struck, Bentlow had no time to register surprise, fear, dismay, or alarm. He felt nothing when he disappeared in a series of violent jerks down the throat of The Fanged Wriggler. Dear reader, take heed. When emerging from concealment, always glance furtively left AND right.

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