Small fauna

The greatly puzzled Fred let him go on for a bit before he raised his foot and kicked the little fellow away, causing him to lose his sword.

"You cowardly rapscallion!" the man screeched. "Fight like a man!"

"How can I?" Fred asked. "When you yourself fight like..."

"A chihuahua," Astra suggested. Fred looked at her and frowned. Surely there was no such creature, she must be making it up! "I was going to say squirrel," he admitted. "But everyone knows they are nuts."

"They are? I know they act weird some times, but..."

"Forsooth, you are what you eat," Fred explained. "And squirrels eat lots and lots of..."

"Worms," the little fellow interjected. "Trust me on this. You notice a lot of things down here. And squirrels eat worms."

Astra frowned. "Well, so much for that metaphor. But why do they gather all those nuts then?"

"To use them as money. They are secretly planning to buy the world and take over." The man paused, and added solemnly: "I, for one, welcome our new squirrel overlords."

Fred shrugged. "You're the one who's nuts!"

"Come over here and say that again!" the man challenged.

Fred sighed, took a step forward and fell on his face. Somehow the tiny man had managed to tie his bootlaces together when he wasn't looking.

1. Totally powerless, Fred beats his fists on the ground and cries like a little girl.
2. He starts crawling on his belly like a snake.
3. He sits up and tries to unlace his boots.
4. Rapidly losing his patience, he cuts the laces with his sword and kicks off his boots.
5. Lord Frederigo uses Foot Odor. It is Super Effective.
6. Before anyone can really do anything, squirrel overlords appear.

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