Tale 137 told by Bishop on 20.06.2001
Little Demons

The demon peered down through the hole deep below the 
dazzling light.  It tried to clear its four eyes but
couldn't manage... just then the growling was back,
a big worm this time, must decide quick.  Climbing
down the little demon finally adjusted to the dim
light.  Dim to a demon means pitch dark to everyone
else in the realms.  It started down the path when
it saw a mirror image of itself!  Was it real?  The
claws ripped hard through the little demon's tough
skin, sending it running back the way it came.  It
looked frantically for the hole it climbed into, but
no where to be found.  Instead, demons surrounded him,
demons that looked just like he did.  Skittering away
deeper and deeper, trying vainly to find the entrance,
he stumbled across IT.  At least the demon didn't 
face any pain, as he slipped on the ice and knocked
itself out.  Needless to say, the poor thing didn't
return... how many more little demons 'slip' remains
to be seen.