Later, Elliot does his patrol. It’s unhurried but thorough—log to rock, leaf to leaf. He pauses to inspect corners, gives the soil a long, thoughtful stare, and then climbs back to his favorite spot like nothing of concern was ever found. 

The cleanup crew continues their work. The plants stand tall. The bugs—well… fewer than before. 

Order is restored. 

Elliot settles in once more, tail curled loosely, orange markings warm in the glow. Another day successfully ruled. Another kingdom safe. 

Until tomorrow. 

Because somewhere out there…

 Another bug is plotting its mistake.