I unsheathed my machete and swung it wildly in front of me. The lion, not realizing how dangerous my weapon was, failed to back off. My blade sliced through its belly and chest. It roared in anger and pain. I swung again and caught the lion's foreleg. Blood spilled from the two large gashes.
"Are you two playing nice?" Mom asked.
"No! No he's not!" Kelly yelled. "Sid keeps hitting me with his plastic sword."
Mom scowled at me.
"It's not a sword," I corrected. "It's a machete."
Mom took the toy knife from me. "You're done playing with this. Maybe you two should just play a board game."
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