A Panther
He creeps up toward you, silently and swiftly licking his jaws
menacingly.
You grab the Koran and hold it for protection, reciting the magic
chant you learned as a young Muslim.
Then you back down, laughing.
"You always scare me!" you cry.
Velvet laughs gently.
"I've been practicing on my approach to seem frightening. I guess
I did a pretty good job, right, Mohammed?"
You grin, but it fades as you start to shake.
The Sahara sands begin to thrash about violently......
A panther!
