The daycare was silent, except for the frantic muttering of a very panicked bunny.
Luna was pacing back and forth in the lobby. She had a backpack thrown over her shoulder. In one hand, she held a large soup ladle (as a weapon). In the other, she held a map of the city sewers.
"Okay, Luna," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "You are a predator. Well, technically you are prey, but you are aggressive prey. You have kicked Rurik in the shin once. You can fight a Hyena."
She shoved a bag of carrots into her backpack.
"I will find them. I will track them down. And if they hurt one hair on Clover's head, I will... I will make them eat gluten! I will—"
Click.
The front door unlocked.
Luna spun around, raising the ladle high, ready to scream. "DIE, MONSTERS!"
The door swung open.
Standing there, dripping wet and covered in mud, was the strangest parade she had ever seen.
