Size doesn't matter.
He was in the forest.
Tiger had brought him.
He seemed fine, at first.
He seemed just fine.
Then he dropped a bomb.
"Join me, Tiny."
Yeah, right.
He lashed out his claws.
Took away all nine of his lives
with one
single
swipe
of his claws.
"My name is not Tiny anymore, silly fool. It's Scrouge."
Everyone watched, in awe, as if this was a dream.
But it was not.
This was his turf.
This was his time.
This was his revenge.
These were his claws, stained red with blood.
Size doesn't matter.
