Every night I hear the little monsters yelling and mating in the alley behind my apartment. I’ve called my super, animal control, anyone I could think of, but I just kept getting the run around.
“What has teeth but cannot eat?”
My super said they weren’t his responsibility, and he’d put up a fence that they’d quickly hopped over.
“What has one eye but cannot see?”
Animal control came to collect them, but they were outsmarted.
“What has legs but can’t run?”
In the end, I’m going to have to hire adventurers. I hate these feral sphinxes and their riddles.

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