Crouching Ferret, Hooting Owl

CROUCHING FERRET, HOOTING OWL

For every movement there must be a push. For every push there must be a shove. And for anyone to slip there must be a wet floor, naturally.

Bart Froop was too dangerous, he knew, only his enemies did not and they were fools. Fools to be preyed upon, annihalated. When a villain rises in the eyes and minds of his contemporaries and society at a large, and his henchman are looked upon likewise, a sort of arrogant cockiness goes along with it.

A cockiness that blinds, an arrogance that falsely assures.

The Villain and his henchmen did not know that whenever an enemy arose a hero would arise as well to countermand them; to stike fear into thier hearts, debacles into thier plots, and a stiff quick chop to thier necks. Evil did not go unpunished. Oh no it did not. One who was brave enough, smart enough and skilled enough would eventually - whether early or late - arise.

That time was now and Bart had a trap set that even the Great Spirit of the Earth would not suspect. The floor was wet, slippery, sinister. The exact proportion of Aqua Degreaser Model 90 was very painstakingly mixed and very, very painstakingly applied.

And the Owl was ready, Oh yes he was. He was hiding, waiting, a predator about to clutch his viscious talons on his measly prey. A prey that was coming down the hall, thier simple, empty minds laughing obnoxiously; thier foot steps thumping.

Louder and louder. Closer and closer.

And Bart hid, his hand around his weaopon. The moment was coming. All the sheer brainwracking genious was about to come fruition. It was about to-

"Bart! Why are you hiding behind that trashcan?"