The light of the Moon shone brilliantly, illuminating the path as I made my way through the woods during my nightly walk.
With each breath of wind, I listened, wondering if I'd hear them again.
Beyond the path, lay utter darkness; anything could be out there.
I wasn't ever frightened. They've never done anything but pique my curiosity.
It wasn't until I'd given up, and turned my thoughts toward home, when I heard them.
But this time, it was different. They weren't just talking to each other, they were talking about me, and what they thought I'd taste like!
Frenchie over 5 years ago
A tasty, crunchy drabble, my friend... I've enjoyed it.