The morning sun had barely risen when a miserable cry rang out across the farm.
"AAGGHHHHH!!!"
A second later, Raiden fell backwards while smoke rolled off his body, his face twitching in pain as he glared at the culprit in front of him. The culprit, on the other hand, looked entirely unapologetic.
"Woolie!!"
The little menace puffed out his chest proudly and shook his fluffy body once, making a few arcs of violet lightning crackle around his wool. His face clearly said, You asked for it, human.
"I asked you for a small bolt! A small bolt!! Not this— this attempted murder!! You almost burned down this tree!!" Raiden snapped, trying to move his twitching body. "Do you know how much money this tree cost me? If you burn it down, I am feeding you to the bank myself."
"Woolie."
It was a very shameless sound. One that roughly translated to: 'If it breaks, then it was too weak to deserve me.'
