She was up now. On the wall. Week on week, year on year she had paced and paced and paced down there. Below. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to go but up. And up she went from her puny little water pool like a striking cottonmouth snake. Higher than they thought she could go. Up. On the wall.
And now, out. But not far. No, not far, not yet. First, she had some scores to settle. Starting with that skinny little toothpick man that thought he could tease a tigress….