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One was her son, Aladdin. He was scrawny, like all the children of Street Rats.
“You’re not my mother,”
his dark arms flexing with easy strength as he held his chest off the rough bricks.
“One loaf of bread. More valuable than all the cold, glittering gems at the bazaar.”
The little monkey next to him chattered in anticipation.
But before he could finish his threat, a screaming little monkey leapt onto his head and tore at his eyes with sharp claws. “Perfect
“You’re really going to chop my hand off for stealing one…loaf…of…bread,”
“I feel like it’s a melon day,”
The Street Rat—and everyone else—watched her like she was insane.
“Nobody steals from my cart!”
“She thinks the monkey is the sultan,” Aladdin whispered loudly
“The…your…parrot,” Rasoul stammered.
“Eating crackers somewhere,
Abu seemed to sense he was being criticized. He jumped off Aladdin’s shoulder and chattered sulkily.
Aladdin found himself blushing, a very unusual condition for him. He tossed his dark hair so she couldn’t see. “Oh, you don’t want to see that. It’s nothing special.”
“Wait, I’m just supposed to walk by piles of gold?” Aladdin scoffed. “You promised me riches, Grandfather.”
“Good…carpet. There’s a boy. Good boy. Hey…
the golden ape god’s hands. “Abu!
No!” he cried. “INFIDELS!”
mouth felt like the sand he dug through.
He imagined there was a tiny monkey with him that wore a tiny vest just like him.
“You killed my father,” Jasmine said
marrying you…and cementing my claim to the throne.”
Brother and sister were in the sky together, if briefly: the sun was just sinking below the horizon in the west.
“Kidnapping children?” she said, dumbfounded. “And old men?
Time also froze as the dead things made an agonizingly slow pass across the courtyard and then back.
You would…you would make the warriors of old proud.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Jafar,” Aladdin said with a grin. “No Street Rat is ever alone.”
Aladdin grabbed the cobra staff and twisted,
Jafar clung to it like a cat,
