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A Night to Remember
The moon shines bright, the forest sings with the wind, oh, it was night like this, I remember.
Me? Why I was dancing along the trees.... when I saw it. The light of a fire. It called me from the darkness to join them, and oh, did I answer.
I peered through the trees, excitement was tingling in my stomach. It was a nice group of fifteen or twenty. They were roasting pig. And what a smell those pigs make. A disgraceful creature in the least. But, while there is pig, there are also......Humans. Tasty, delectable, juicy, crunchy humans.
I can even see those long haired ones that scream ever so angelically. I rub my hands together, I've worken up an appetite.
oh, and little old me, I'm hungry. I step out of cover and get to work.
The tearing of flesh, oh the smell of blood, the taste of fear on there faces as I rip them apart. Though sadly this party must end for everyone but me has been devoured.
And so for me it is to slip away, dancing towards the next fire, tis is a sad good bye, but oh! I see it, I do I do. The light....😈
Me? Why I was dancing along the trees.... when I saw it. The light of a fire. It called me from the darkness to join them, and oh, did I answer.
I peered through the trees, excitement was tingling in my stomach. It was a nice group of fifteen or twenty. They were roasting pig. And what a smell those pigs make. A disgraceful creature in the least. But, while there is pig, there are also......Humans. Tasty, delectable, juicy, crunchy humans.
I can even see those long haired ones that scream ever so angelically. I rub my hands together, I've worken up an appetite.
oh, and little old me, I'm hungry. I step out of cover and get to work.
The tearing of flesh, oh the smell of blood, the taste of fear on there faces as I rip them apart. Though sadly this party must end for everyone but me has been devoured.
And so for me it is to slip away, dancing towards the next fire, tis is a sad good bye, but oh! I see it, I do I do. The light....😈
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