Armadillo II -- The Requiem

Written by: Richard Moriarty

It was dark and dreary, and the dawn had not yet begun to break, as I walked down the steps to fetch the paper while my family slept. A hint of a breeze wafted through the trees, dawn's early light was not yet in sight. A slight movement appeared from the corner of my eye, something stirred, a slight crunching-like sound was all I heard. A cat, a small animal of sorts, hard to see, moving closer it became clear, another of those nocturnal mammals, armored carriers of that age old scourge was rooting by my tree. Back in the house and out again with light and rifle I set out to prove I was not someone with whom to be trifled. A shot in the dark went over his head, caused a sudden jerk out of the bed, he turned and glared with steely eyes and lowered his armored head, and charged straight at me as though to say, 'you're going to be dead'. With gravel flying up the drive he came like an armored freight train. A look in the eye such as I have never seen determined to chase me from the scene. The crack of the rifle, again..and then again - and he lay where he fell...with no other sound to tell. No more will this creature from the Mesolithic age destroy my lawn, but if truth be known; where there is one......another on his own, soon will come.