I'm typing this very quietly because I don't want to blow my cover. Sometime soon an ant is going to walk past and then, and then, it's mine. I'll strike like a cobra! Grey lightning, that's me! The ant won't know what hit it. Lethal over short distances. That's what Mr. Desh always says I am. My mother taught me well when she said "Little Ash, always know where your bag is." Even Mr. Desh is always encouraging me to hide in a bag and practice being silent for hours on end. I love Mr. Desh. Just wish he wouldn't keep eating my happy, chirping friends. Wonder if I should pounce on him?
Mr. Desh! Mr. Desh!
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