“It won’t bite you, Jimmy. It’s dead. Dad brought it back from the last Colonial Wars. Says there were millions of them trying to invade Earth. Reckons they were tough to kill. He brought this one back and had it bolted down in our back yard as a souvenir. Says all his mates did the same. There must be thousands of these things up and down the country being used as garden ornaments.”
Jimmy stared at the creature. Was he the only one who could see its eyes moving and the slight twitch of its tail?
This thing wasn’t dead.
100 Word Story for Friday Fictioneers