It wasn’t fair, death thought, you can’t even join in a game of tig without killing someone.

Least Medusa who lived down the street could play with folks albeit after handing out loads of mirrors and placing rabbits around the yard to distract the snakes. Then there was Sparticus who was so popular everyone wanted to be Sparticus and rumours were flying around he would make a million by the time he was twenty five with a pizza franchise.

Death looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and sighed. Mom and Dad were going to get sued again.