I got my six-year-old daughter a scorpion. It was small, and it was dead, and it was encased in a rectangular block of sucrose, a lollipop. I purchased it online, from a company called Hotlix, and I paid way too much in shipping and handling because I ordered it last minute. The scorpion was not much bigger than a wasp, and it was suspended in an awkward pose, its stinger bent at an unnatural angle. Still, it was a scorpion, and even a feeble scorpion is fearsome enough. To understand why I gave Anwyn a scorpion, you have to know about the scroundrels. |
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