Pet-Sit Panics: Severine Veins

Title: Severine Veins Since Chris and Tamra had to jet without much plan for the future, I was bestowed the family pet who then proceeded to suture my couch, my drapes, the front screen door before dashing to bolt outside, returning in moments with gore that once held a rabbit inside. That gray tiger gave me a swipe each time I tied to intervene as he revealed his greedy stripe by picking that poor morsel clean just like a child at Easter-time holding a fat, chocolate bunny, he wolfed-down the fruit of his crime except the tail, which proved funny; one little poof of evidence could convict my treacherous friend so he hid proof of his offense by batting his only loose end. Such is the tale of Severine: he chose to hunt on his own terms even if fate plays violin when he gets infected with worms. Notes: written for Sharon Tideswell's "Pet-Sit Panics" contest. Please feel free to let me know what you think!