Lucky’s green cap and jacket helped him blend into the canopy as he scanned the forest with his binoculars. A menacing smile played across his face when he spied the iron pot.
Snap! He looked in the direction of the sound.
He saw the urchins. Good, he thought.
He watched as they jumped at the pot of yellow moons, pink hearts, and green clovers. He saw the earth swallow them and the pot.
Lucky shimmied down the tree and scurried to the edge of the pit. Looking to the bottom of the hole, he saw two sets of frightened eyes that seemed to be pleading for help.
“You two ne’r do wells had better get yer fill of me Lucky Charms. My friends seem a bit frisky.” He sneered as he pointed a crooked finger towards five vipers that were making their way towards the children.
With an evil laugh he turned and skipped through the forest, seeking the Silly Rabbit to boast about his triumph.
You forgot to eat this morning, didn’t you?
SOL….maybe. What you doin’ for dinner?
Dude’s evil!
Why do you say that? Lucky was always the underdog.
Wait. I know why you think he was evil; he went to brag to the Silly Rabbit. Yeah, that was a little too much.
Back to your bridge you evil troll…I hope the Silly Rabbit bops you on the head!