The Far-fetched Fable of the Sudoku-Solving Scorpion

In the tiny town of Trinkleberry, a spectacle had arrived and it wasn't the carnival. Meet Speedy, the Sudoku-Solving Scorpion who took the town by storm. Perched atop an old mahogany table, before a gigantic newspaper-printed Sudoku, Speedy scuttled about in a frenzy creating an interesting sight for all spectators. With tiny tweezers held precariously in his miniature claws, he'd pick up a stamp-like number and attach it in the correct square, exhibiting a strange but remarkable aptitude for mathematics.

"You know, I reckon he'd beat your granny at Bridge too," joked a local, as the crowd erupted in laughter. After all, who could have imagined witnessing a Scorpion's ardor for numbers? His late-night sessions bathed in the light of a miniature lamp lit the tiny corner of the Trinkleberry tavern, attracting a fascinated crowd nightly. "Say, how'd you like to try the crossword puzzle next?" asked the Tavern owner, the giddiness in his voice matching the twinkle in his eye. Speedy stopped his scuttling, turned his tail towards him in an affronted gesture, and carried on with his Sudoku, proving his loyalty to his game of choice.