A raging beast smashed his way through my front door and
into the house, wielding a heavy ax.
Running to investigate, I had little time to react before he
took a swing. He mistakenly thought I was properly dispatched when he hacked
open my head, scalp to chin.
No dummy, I remembered the Planarian worms I dissected in
summer school all those years ago...how they grew two heads when similarly
split.
I followed their lead.
Now with two heads and four eyes, I offered the hacker my
right arm, then my left. He hacked, I regenerated...times two.
It's true that two heads are better than one, and four arms
better yet.
I out-hacked the hacker at his own game, turned the tide of
battle, dispatched him with extreme prejudice, and probably saved thousands of
fellow townspeople from a similar fate.
Who would have thought those summer school classes could be
such a life-saver all these years later?
Now I'm just worried about having to cut extra arm holes
into my work shirts.
Fortunately, I already own plenty of hats.
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