Her hero. He’s all she ever talks about. He’ll save her. He’ll come to her rescue just in the nick of time. He always has. He always will. Even when I’m evicting her from her house or tying her to the railroad tracks. “Dudley will save me.” And he does. Not that I know how he does it. I, Snidely Whiplash, am much smarter than he is. He’s a dimwit. And that is being generous.

If I could just get him away from that blasted horse. He seems to be the real hero. That horse and dumb luck. Argh!

Then again… Perhaps I should just stop picking on Nell. That would be the ticket. No Nell, no need for her hero. Simple. But alas. My need to defeat her hero is greater than my mind’s insistence to leave her alone. Bah! If only I was not created this way. (If only I had different writers.)

Her hero. I’ll always be defeated by her hero. And that doggone horse.