Battle

Sloth had to do battle with the forces of slime yesterday. The nights before were sleepless and fraught, slipping in and out of nightmares, waking up to obsess about strategy. The dreaded morning came. Sloth strapped on the elevator shoes to gain height, and applied pomade to the fur to make it appear powerful and intimidating. There was a special satchel with the implements of battle arrayed and at the ready. Sloth was worried about the teeth and tentacles of the monster. What a surprise when the enemy was so easily cut down! The eye was a large, vulnerable target to stab, the tentacles were soft and easy to slice. The monster slipped back into the slime. There was a feeling of elation, but also unease. It was too easy. Anticlimax.