Good Boy

"Here, boy!" He called his dog, the canine responding to him, hurrying back.

"Find any?" He asked, the dog woofed, "Show me!"

He woofed again, wagging his tail, leading his master to a burrow.

The man used his shovel, kicking away at the entrance. The dog ran in.

When he came out, his mouth held a bloody fairy.

"Good boy!" The man praised, yanking the fairy out of his mouth into a jar.

"Woof!"

"Okay... you can eat the rest."

The dog jumped excitedly, scurrying into the burrow.

The fairy watched her family get massacred, bloody tears down her cheeks.