First of His Kind

First of His Kind

Written by Lilith Raymour

I come here to eat often. The strange creatures just toss perfectly good food out into the jungle. I have to compete with other creatures, but I’m faster, tougher… so I do eat occasionally.

Still, I am always so hungry.

Today I heard them toss out some more and, as I ate, I noticed the dropped some. I ate that and found they had dropped some more. Then in the dark I saw a big yellow, warmth, thing, with the creatures surrounding it. I am so cold. So cold. So I crept closer.

No sharp sticks.

No stones.

So I laid down.

One came close and rubbed my head.

I have been so alone. My pack left me behind long ago because I was too slow, too weak.

Now I have found a warm home, and a new pack.

Who cares if they don’t look like me?

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Lilith Raymour
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