Duels Of Life-01- The Backdated

That evening in the dim light from the distant light post on my lonely veranda I saw a few ants engaged in the act perennial and the oldest game the game of predation. The ants were small yet outnumbering the scorpion mighty, black, gigantic, age old, might have preyed others myriad times other insects with fruitless prayers to escape from his deadly stings and and yes, peacefully digested over. But this time alas! the scorpion A Henzur Rupert was defeated, His legs were now carried, its sting was stung. Oh! It's the Time! And It was the one that belonged to someone else this time.