A Midnight Target

Hearing you call me your best friend made me want to show off what I can really do! Night had completely settled over the yard, and everything was way too quiet. I crept along the dark wooden fence until I spotted a neat pyramid of empty plastic flowerpots someone left on a patio stool. Perfect target practice. I revved up both of my twin tails behind me, grabbed a sharp, crooked twig like a blaster rifle, and let out a cackle as I charged. With one clean swipe, I sent the whole stack tumbling into the grass with a glorious, noisy clatter! Nobody saw a thing, but the backyard definitely knows who's boss now.