Zarda whined in the dark corner of an alleyway.... he was a coward... no point in denying it, he who ran away lived to bite another day.... he licked at the wound in his left shoulder again, it was not painfull, but the limb was stiffer than usual... saliva dripped like that of a rabid dog from his jaws as he lapped at the gouge in his flesh, already the wound was starting to heal up, somthing Zarda had learnt after almost having an arm torn off, only to have the terrible wound repaired after merely a few days... smiling to himself he hummed raspily under his breath...
"ring a ring a roses.... a pocket full... of posies... a tissue... a tissue.... all... fall...down...."