Snared Part Two
The Cyclopes’ King stares at me like an insect under a microscope.
The lantern I am trapped in twirls, hurling my stomach into my mouth.
Savage sounds mark a scuffle. Vicious race! One of them probably spun the lantern for mischief!
The lantern abruptly flings me out. Dazed, I lie on the grimy palm of the Cyclopes’ King.
He blubbers, “I have an ouch. Can you remove the splinter?”
I remonstrated, “You had only to ask politely instead of kidnapping me!”
I stagger under a ‘sword!’
Seeing the glint of a needle approach his finger, the blue-eyed giant faints!