52 - NIGHT'S WOES

A mob of mongooses were hurrying toward an old age home because it didn’t have a door. The only guard stationed there had run away when he saw them coming from afar. Now, only the old people were left in that house. A few dozens of them, most of whom couldn’t even see or walk properly.

As the mongooses closed in, an old woman with pale blonde hair and bent back stood near the entrance. She tapped the walking stick on the floor once, and the mongooses suddenly stopped. They forgot that they had the advantage of numbers and scattered away, like their lives depended on it.

But the very next moment, the mad bull entered the same street. As it got closer, the old woman’s gaze sent chills down the bull’s spine, and it skidded into a halt and turned its tail and ran away without looking back.

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