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''I'll defeat any Smallville creature attempting to attack me,'' Reverend Amos Howell muttered as he patrolled Smallville.
Tentacle attacks were considered if animals appeared and attempted to scratch him. He usually came across one or three animals if he went on patrol. Reverend Howell continued with his search as several minutes went by. His steps paused while dark eyes widened at a snail's pace. He blinked repeatedly and his head tilted to the side.
One small animal slumbered as it curled up in a ball.
Reverend Howell almost returned to the farm. A twig snapped under him. Snarls. Eyes widened.
THE END