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.
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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