“Miss Miss, look a sarcoughycos” The small boy shouted excitedly.
“No Oni, it’s a coffin, keep up now.” A woman in a pink tabard with a school logo blazoned on the back began shepherding boys in grey shorts to the next exhibit.
Couldn’t help myself, “You’re right, it is a sarcophagus,” I said,
“That lady says it’s a sarcophagus.”
Pink tabard glared “Oh shut up you.” No mistaking the venom in her voice.
“How rude” I countered. Oni caught my eye and winked at me.
“Who’s that?” he pointed to the papyrus on the wall.
“The Devourer from the book of the dead.”
“I told you Oni, keep up. Don’t make me come back for you again.” Pink tabard had reappeared “Oh it’s you. Leave the child alone. Otherwise I’ll report you”
“I like The Devourer’s teeth.” Oni smiled, exposing small yellowish teeth.
“What are you talking about child. Come on, the rest of your class are waiting it’s lunchtime.”
“Yes she has the head of a crocodile.” I said.
“My name means crocodile. What does she do?”
“Eats the hearts of the wicked.” I replied.
“Leave that child alone, I’m summoning the authorities.” Pink tabard extracted a walkie-talkie from a pocket and twiddled a knob. Ferocious crackling followed.
“How do they know who is wicked?” Oni asked.
“See those scales?”
“They weigh the heart to see how good someone’s been.”
“So, if you do bad things, crunch.” His amber eyes glistened and he snapped his teeth.
“I need assistance.” Pink tabard spoke into her walkie-talkie. “We’re by the, what’s this called?”
The walkie-talkie hissed, pink tabard stepped back and caught her foot, lost her balance and toppled.
The walkie-talkie responded “What’s the problem?”
Oni chewed and then swallowed before answering “No problem.”