Fortunately, the hornbill-y monster flew out of the window with all of their tails in between their legs (Is it supposed to be used for mammals only? Duh! Whatever!)—too chickened out to take the thrashings or whatever the almost evolving figure was about to do.
“Ha! Served the Twatface right! Coward! Coward! Cowaarrrddd! Where are you going, tiny-winy tutti tick? Come back! Come back and complete your unfinished business!” I wanted to twirl like a loon at the sight of the cunning monster getting a taste of his own medicine. Delighted as I felt, the sing-song voice was the first thing that rang in the back of my mind as I watched the whirl crossing the ceiling, breaking into a thick layer of dust and smoke, and almost galloping the bright shimmering moon in its stomach.
My heart pounde
