DarkyTheWildGirl

Though it was a chilly December day outside, the sewers of New York City were nice and warm. Quite silently, Master Splinter sat in the middle of the dojo with his beady, rat eyes shut tight as he waited for his students, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, to attack. This exercise was to hone their covertness skills, for stealth is the key factor in becoming a successful ninja. So far so good: the wise rodent felt nary a trace of his pupils. More than he knew, however, they were practically under his tail.            Without so much as a whisper, the turtles had compromised a sure-fire plan to keep their sensei completely oblivious as they a