Bisson_rucker_billys.. - Rudy Rucker
Bisson_rucker_billys.. - Rudy Rucker
Bisson_rucker_billys.. - Rudy Rucker
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“Nothing,” said Billy.<br />
“Bed time,” said Billy’s mother.<br />
There was a little hatchet by the fireplace. Billy’s father used it for splitting<br />
kindling.<br />
Billy took it to bed with him.<br />
“May I leave the light on?” he asked.<br />
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“You know you’re too big for that,” said Billy’s mother.<br />
Billy’s room was dark.<br />
The house was quiet.<br />
Something was in the closet, thumping. It sounded big.<br />
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Billy got out of bed and pushed his dresser against the closet door. It was heavy<br />
and hard to move.<br />
It wasn’t heavy enough, though. At about midnight the dresser began to slide. The<br />
closet door creaked open.<br />
Billy hid under the covers, but the ant knew where to find him. It was as big as a<br />
man. It had a sharp snout and huge pincers. It had long hairy legs. It climbed up<br />
onto the bed and pulled at the covers with its pincers.<br />
It pulled them off.<br />
Billy swung the hatchet. He chopped off two legs but the ant kept coming. Billy<br />
swung again and the ant grabbed the hatchet with its sharp snout and snapped it in<br />
half.<br />
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