A superhero meets his nemesis
Boulderman relaxed into the hammock and sipped his iced tea. He felt that he'd earned this long moment of leisure in the sun. The week had been one Boulderman to the rescue after another and the constant round was getting to him.
The hot afternoon entered his bones and the hum of distant lawnmowers formed a drowsy backdrop of soothing sound. Boulderman slept.
He was jolted from sleep by a mocking laugh. Striding into the yard came the Page, Boulderman's mortal enemy.
"What's this, Pebbleman? Taking a weekend break?" The Page giggled as Boulderman glowered back at him.
The fanciful medieval clothes, the feathered cap and pointed shoes, the ridiculous tights, all declared that here was the Page, Boulderman’s nemesis. And now the gaudy figure renewed his taunts.
"Oh, come now, Mr Pebbleman, can you not make a little bolder? Let's see you become stone and crush me. You might even rock my world a little."
He laughed again, delighted at his wordplay.
It was too much for Boulderman. Fury turned his skin to stone, his body growing and filling to massive proportions, as he became the Boulder. The Page floated and danced before him, ready to dodge and weave his spell around each ponderous attack. How sure of himself he was.
And then came a flash and a sudden instant of scything and cutting and slashing. The Page lay in tatters on the lawn. Boulderman breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand in gratitude to the new arrival.
"You left it late that time."
The figure before him, silver and blue in his finery, merely bowed and grinned. "Scissorman never fails," he said.
From the next door yard, two children's voices could be heard chanting, "Rock, paper, scissors. Rock, paper, scissors..."
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