The beast was the king of its domain, and it hunted from the shadows, it’s clawed feet clicking on the hard ground.
It saw it’s prey, and waited for the perfect time to strike. It’s head lowered, and it’s mouth opened as it charged, it’s jaws closing on the flesh of its target…
“Aaargh! Get off my foot, you bloody cockatiel!”
Triumphant, the beast retreated, and waited for its next chance to strike.
Based on a true story.