The light also had its disadvantages; specifically, it negated Mr. Satan's camouflage to more developed eyes. On returning home tonight, I noticed sticky, red smears on the porch combined with strange, lumpy shapes. On closer inspection, I determined it to be blood. Following this trail of blood and viscera, I found the bulk of Mr. Satan's dessicated corpse surrounded by raccoon tracks. Nothing was eaten; the raccoon killed the toad purely for sport. On a positive note, I'll have a new hat soon, and I'll bury Mr. Satan where the red fern grows.I'm sure Mr. Satan spent its final hours doing what it loved: devouring living things. And hey, at least the raccoon had a good time.
|Mr. Satan: gone but not forgotten.|