Whims of a maneater.

And he sat there and he stared down at his paws.
He felt lazy.
He felt tired.
He felt drowsy.
Hungry.

His stomach grumbled.
He hadn't had lunch yet.
When was lunch coming?

He stared at the bars.
He stared at his confinement.
He stared at the spectators.
Those two-legged creatures who glared at him.
And they pointed.
And they kept glaring.

He was feeling too lazy.
Too tired.
Too drowsy.
Too hungry.
He sat there.
And he stared at his paws.
When suddenly..
bomp.

Something fell.
Somewhere near him.
What was it?
He raised his head and he looked around.
There was a small ball of mud not too far away from him.
Where did it come from?
It can't harm me, he thought.
He got back to staring at his paws.

And again..
bomp.

He raised his head again.
And he looked around.
Another small ball of mud.
This time nearer.
It was just beside one of his hinds.
And before he had time to look around..
bomp.

On his belly.
He gave a small grunt.
And he looked at the bars.
There were the two-leggeds.
There were four of them straight ahead.
Across the bars.
They glared.
And one of them moved it's arms.
And..
bomp.

This time he felt it on his shoulder.
He gave another small grunt.
He looked straight at the two-legged that had moved.
It made noises.
Irritating ones.
Screechy ones.
He stared at it.
Stared.
Didn't move.

It moved again.
And..
bomp.
On his forehead..


He let out a roar.
With unimaginable speed, he leapt towards the bars.
They were merely a few paws away.
He leapt.
At the two-legged.
That two-legged.

And he reached beyond the bars.
And the two-legged hadn't seen it coming.
It froze.
It's face contorted.
He could see it.
He saw a flash of it's contorted face.
Before his right paw smacked on it with a sickening thud.
The left slashed at it's belly.

Red, thick, warm liquid gushed from it's face and it's belly.
It bled.

And it screamed.
And he snatched at it again and caught it in a hug.
And he ripped it's belly apart.
And he slapped it's face silly.

He could smell it.
He could smell the blood.
He could feel the warmth of it on his paws.

And he let go.
He did not want to kill it.
He knew he hadn't killed it.
He let go.
And it fell.
And he roared.
He roared like he had never roared before.
And there was warm, red blood on his paws.
And he roared..


And he let out a roar.
And he looked up.
The two-legged stepped back.
And all four of them walked away.
And he got back to staring at his paws.