A four-toothed tiger lunged at Molly from her left, its eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. The little Flippee, who had reverted to her normal bead size, was unaware of her master's danger and continued to sleep peacefully after a hearty meal. Molly's heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively threw Flippee into her wine jar.
"Cheeep cheeeep!" It was Sandra.
"Sandra!" Molly screamed, her voice cracking with fear. "Don't! It's dangerous here!"
Sandra, Molly's delicate willow bird, hesitated only for a moment before rushing towards the attacking beast, fully aware that a single strike could end her life. Such a weak creature was a willow bird.
One bird and its master thought to sacrifice themselves for each other, but there was no need for that. Before Molly could react further, whoosh! A white blade flashed through the midnight air like a silver shooting star so fast that even the awakened found it difficult to see clearly.
