Borwink Chases His Lunch
The hunt and the chase was on.
Borwink chose one of the humans and rushed it
His lunch stopped running, let out a gasp and fell to the ground.
Borwink almost tripped over it.
He was gobsmacked. What was happening?
He stared at the crumpled mess at his feet.
Borwink did not eat things that did not fight back.
He did not know what to do with it.
He picked it up and walked around a bit.
It did not wake up, or rouse in any way.
It was possibly dead.
He dropped it, disgusted.
It was no fun to eat something that was not wailing and screaming.
Brilliant move her husband thought
It was his last thought before he died,
For he was being devoured
by Borwink’s mate at the time.
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