You are Trantor
You have just slain some sort of red hairless creature that attacked your other friends in the yard
You turn to Queequeg
“ Get everyone inside and whatever happens do not leave until father returns “
The other fluffies hurry into the house
You put your helmet back on and retrieve the metal kabob skewer from the body of the monster
The strange man at the fence is visibly shaken by the death of his abomination
You look up at the man
“Who sent you?”
The strange man is still processing the situation and is having a difficult time forming sentences
“Wha…what!?”
“My time is precious and my pardons for such incompetencies are few”
The man begins ramble in a shaky voice
“First a Doberman sized cannibal fluff!
Now a samurai fluffy with a normal human speech pattern!”
“My patience wears more thin with each passing moment, answer my question or be gone from my site”
The man not knowing how to answer the question runs off down the street
Upon father’s return from work you explain everything
Father is quite pleased with your actions and agrees that you should help Queequeg protect the yard from now on
Over the next few days you spend your time protecting the yard and thinking of ways to improve your arms and armor
Not much progress is made aside from coloring the cardboard armor with crayons
Then father brings you a surprise
A set of tiny metal replicas
The set contains various samurai weapons scaled for desk display forged and sharpened using the same methods as their full sized counterparts even coming with a cleaning and maintenance kit
Most people these would seem like no more than luxury nicknacks a toy for rich people with too much time on their hands
But to you they were invaluable tools for defending your home from invaders
“Thank you father. I shall not let your investment go to waste”