A Worm in Crow's Clothing
by Scott King
If Janet Bloodwyrm had nails she would've just broken them. Luckily, worms don't have nails. Of course worms also don't fly, which is why Janet was punching the control panel.
“Fish food, you're mine!” A deep voice snarled.
Hissing, the hatch above Janet opened. She slithered onto the roof, assessing the damage. Talon marks stretched the side of the vehicle. Using a fake flying bird might not have been the smartest plan, she thought.
“Can we get this over with?” She looked skyward, trying to find her attacker. “The rats are having a den-sale and I heard they just scavenged a Vera Bradly store.”
The crow dive bombed her and she was swallowed whole.
She didn't resit. Instead, she let the esophagus muscles of the crow deposit her in its crop, a bubble-like organ used for food storage. Centimeters from her landing place, she saw a bleeding one-eyed frog.
“You came,” the frog whispered.
“I told you,” Janet flung her tail toward the frog and clasped a pair of cuffs on his wrists. “I always get my mark.”
“And how do you expect to get out of here to collect the bounty?”
“What is that perfume?” The rat said while handing Janet her shopping bags. “I don't recognize it.”
“Crow Vomit,” Janet grinned. She knew she should've used the cash to pay her rent, but what girl can resit a shopping spree?