The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up again.  This could only
mean one thing, there was another attack coming soon.  Was that a shadow
moving over there?  Was the blind moving or was it the wind?  I was looking
behind and under the dresser, under the table and around corners, but I
could see nothing.  That confirmed my worst fears.  Look, in that corner
there, brown and placed just so, a sure sign ninja ferret was on the prowl.
 
How would I make it to the kitchen without being attacked, effaced?  I
could feel those beady eyes watching me, keeping me in sight.  I just knew
that crazy ninja fert was waiting somewhere close by.  I tiptoed through
the hall, expecting to be jumped at any second.  As I slipped into the
living room, I felt the impending sense of doom.  I stood next to the
shelves breathing heavily, and surveyed the room.  So far so good, and
only a few more yards to go.
 
Unsuspecting, I turned to run for the kitchen and safety, when I felt this
frightening weight dropping on to my back.  Momentarily forgetting about
the ninja ability to climb, I had not expected the attack to come from
above.  Oh no, jumped by the ninja ferret again.  The attack was awful,
the lashing worse than ever.  My ears would never be the same.
 
How could this have happened again?  Would I ever make it to get a cup of
coffee unscathed?  Not if that smug, wildly dancing ninja fert had her way.
Was that a laugh or a dook I heard echoing from her direction of departure?
One of these days, I vowed, I would make it all the way to the kitchen
without a physical demonstration of Fert Kwon Do, or Ferrate, or Ju
Fertso.I would!  I looked over at the couch and growled at the Cheshire
cat sitting there," What are you smiling at, cat?  "
 
Sandy and the Fuzzy Dojo
[Posted in FML issue 3248]