I Spy, with my Big Eye . . .

Well obviously being just an eye it only has one sense (okay one and a bit, the bit being touch), so as long as you come up from behind it's pretty much a piece of cake to take it by surprise.

But what could be more suprising to the eyeball than to be roughly picked up and carried high into the air (incidentally passing through the "ceiling" of the waiting room as if it wasn't there)? It was held in a tight, vice-like grip, so it couldn't turn its body to view its as yet unidentified assailant. The last thing it experienced was being plunged backwards into a dark moist hole of approximately the same circumference as itself . . .

"That's better!" Scott Chen murmured to himself as he enjoyed the benefits of binocular vision for the first time since his "run in" with that murder of crows at the local pool hall. And what a strange place to find a new eye - lying in a rather poorly-made diarama of a hospital waiting room, next to a little plastic medieval knight which had fallen on its side.

But Scott had little time to dwell on his good fortune. For just then he was

1. once again assailed by those pesky crows
2. greeted by a sassy-looking redhead
3. taken by a sudden, morbid and unnatural urge to dress up as Little Bo Peep

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