Jack had a really good sleep, which heavily contrasted how he woke up.
“Jack! Jack!”
There were shuffling whispers, punctuated by snapping noises. Startled awake, Jack saw Lateef kicking something away. Focusing his eyes, he discerned some kind of insect roughly half the size of Sprinkle. It had tails that arched sideways, two of them, with pointy ends that seemed to have been artificially attached. The eyes were six freakishly empty orbs of white.
Despite being so small, Lateef was terrified as he snatched his backpack from the ground.
“Are they poisonous?” Jack guessed.
“Deadly!” Lateef yelled, trying not to shriek. He swung the backpack and hit one of the things away. “Its tails hit like lightning.”
Jack eyed him doubtfully. “You do know what lightning is, right?”
“We have books
