I’m going to get that smug, little, menace. Tomorrow will be the day that I vanquish my
rival once and for all. He will never
see it coming.
Every day he gets up before anything should be awake. He’s crazy.
And he does that because he knows.
He is smarter than the rest of his kind and he knows that if he starts
early, he won’t get caught.
I know his moves. I
have been trying to beat him for a long time now and I know. He knows I know, and he taunts me. He will poke his head out, only to dive back
into the earth just before I can sink my claws into him. Well he is in for a surprise now.
My nest is comfortable and I am sure to get enough rest this
night. I built it far away from any
potential neighbors so they won’t know my secret plan. No one can ruffle my feathers tonight.
I will be the one to get up early. I will be the victor. And I will finally feast on the flesh of my nemesis.
Tomorrow, I’m going to get that worm.
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If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all. (That means you, Darrell.)