Tiger Stripe's balls were not just stirring. There was something new going on down there. Something wonderful. Fiendish. And beautifully destructable. Something huge.
Behind the derelict factory is a creek where no-one sells paddles save a Vietnamese immigrant and his auntie Koh. Business is slow. But auntie Koh doesn't mind. Paddles are not really her thing. Noodles are her thing. Poodles are also okay. But not paddles.
Meetings were few and far between in the derelict factory. There had been the occasion when Spot caught a rat.
Beige, being particularly hungerful at that time, proposed they all got together and shared the rat equally amongst the group.
Spot and Double Spot attacked Beige and removed half an ear. There had been no talk of sharing since. No mention of a group either.
More the surprising then when Tiger Stripe announced his succession to the title of honorary group leader.
Spot and Double Spot postured and readied their arsenal.
But Tiger Stripe's balls were getting bigger by the quadrant.
The nuclear option.
"It's a new day." Tiger Stripe offered. And not even Beige could argue with that.
Black and White sat, diametrically opposed to each other, across the derelict factory floor.
"It's a totally new day. Totally.“ Tiger Stripe embellished.
"It's a day of totally big things.” Tiger Stripe explained. “Huge!" And with that he turned. And walked away.
The others were dumbfounded. Especially Ginger. Who was also dumb.
It was time to visit auntie Koh.
She had a handle on life.
She had paddles.
to be continued.....
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