Strategies - A Little Drabble Do Ya
“It’s over there, under the bench.’’
Napoleon crept carefully towards the old stone structure. Vines wound around the ornate legs, making it difficult to see beneath it.
“Are you sure? I don’t see anything.”
Illya rolled his eyes, shaking his head and pointing to the place where he saw two eyes staring back.
“It’s right there, Napoleon!”
The words came out like a hissing sound, causing the creature to jump from its hiding place and onto the American with such force that it knocked him down.
“You’ve lost him now, my friend.”
So much for catching the Old Man’s cat.