THE WATSON FARM, DAISY, AND DEATH
Simon barreled down the dirt road towards Watson Farm, holding his breath with every step. Outside the sun had started to go down and the crescent moon shone overhead. Without thinking Simon grabbed a lantern from the nearby fence and threw himself down the road, finally emerging over the bump in the dirt road only to see...
Daisy smacking an old woman with a shovel?
"Daisy?!" Simon cried out. Daisy turned to look briefly before refocusing her attention on the old woman.
"Oh, hey," she said, swinging the shovel up and down, racking the old woman across the back with the metal.
"It is I, Si--"
"Yeah, I know who you are, Simon, I'm a little busy right now."
"Simon of the Fore-- wait, what, YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" Simon blushed, glad that it was just dark enough to hide it from a distance.
"Yes Simon, I know who you are, I just have things to do right now!"
Simon rushed forward. "Hold on, that's--"
"Death," Daisy said, "I think. Caught him trying to turn back into a skeleton on me, so I bashed him in the head with this shovel." Daisy's next swing had a little extra oomph on it as if to prove her point.
"This is very embarrassing," Death said, "it's so undignified getting whomped like this."
"WELL GET USED TO IT, YOU CREEPY OLD THING," Daisy shouted, refocusing her attacks on Death's skull. With each new hit little pieces of bone splintered everywhere, but Simon noticed that Death didn't seem to be hurting at all.
"Daisy, get away from there," Simon shouted. Daisy paused briefly to turn and look at Simon again.
"Don't tell me what to do, Simon of the Forest," Daisy said angrily, "I don't need you to come here and save me or whatever. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself, thank you!" She landed another big blow to Death's back, causing him to exhale hard as his breath slowly turned into a low chuckle.
"NO," shouted Simon, dropping the lantern and grabbing Daisy's arm, "HE'S JUST FAKING IT." Another hot rush of blood made it to Simon's face as he touched Daisy's arm and, for a brief second, he considered telling her how soft her skin was and how impressive that was considering how much manual labor she did.
"What are you doing," Daisy said, spinning around angrily, but in the time it took her to turn around, Death was already back on his feet.
"He was right, I was just playing possum." Death dusted off his robe and stretched out his limbs, readjusting bones back into place where necessary. "You really didn't think you could beat Death to... uh... death... with a shovel, did you?"
"Well I don't know," Daisy stammered, feeling a little embarrassed now.
"And jeez, you really laid into me with that shovel, even when I kept looking like an old lady. That's messed up! Your parents should be really worried about you! What kind of awful kid beats an old person with a shovel?!"
"YOU'RE NOT AN OLD PERSON AND MY PARENTS THINK I'M GREAT," Daisy shouted, her ears and cheeks turning bright red.
"I THINK SHE'S GREAT TOO," Simon shouted, causing both Daisy and Death to stop and look at him.
"Guy, totally not the time." Death shook his head disapprovingly. "Besides, I was just waiting for you to get here anyway. You seemed pretty upset when I said this little lady's name earlier, so I thought you might come running. But now that you're here, let's get this going..."