Watching the large, calloused hand reach for her like an eagle's talon, Lily was terrified. She hugged her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and screamed for help. Just as she thought she was about to die again, she realized there wasn't the slightest pain. Still squatting on the ground, Lily slowly opened her eyes, only to be startled by the sight of the old man standing not far away. He had a grave look on his face as he stared at his own palm.
Before Lily could process what was happening, the shrill sound of a whistle pierced the air. TWEE! TWEE! TWEE! Several Sheriffs in black uniforms came running toward them from a short distance away, blowing their whistles as they approached.
"You! Stop right there!" one of the Sheriffs shouted. "Haven't you heard of Hope Island's law forbidding attacks on rats? State your name and home address!"
Faced with their questions, the old man stood his ground and completely ignored them, his solemn expression fixed on Lily.
