Questing on the tip of a blade of grass.

Peers bloated, destinies unknown, leaving poor Ted all alone.

Blood lust, patience, constant vigilance, not enough for this tiny tick, hungry in the brush.

Turns out Ted the tick is ticklish, and when he does hitch a ride on an animal hide he experiences motion sickness.

Ted is not looking for empathy, that word is not in his vocabulary.

He just needs to find a host that’s stationary.


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