Update from
where we left off: I woke up this morning to an email from Jason.
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.
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Mr. Satan: gone but not forgotten. |
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