Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

He heard it then, that long discouraging growl that could have only followed hunger. If it could have, it would have likely tempted the hunger that he felt as well, that persistent gnawing, aching, and churning burn to join. But this time it did not; either he had grown accustomed to their slim pickings or simply betrayed the thought that he was ever hungry at all. With the latter unlikely, Mordecai chose to change his plans.

"Maybe we can see if we could find something to eat," he suggested. "There's a stream nearby, isn't there?" Fish came to mind as being something the insects hadn't destroyed, if only for the fact that they didn't seem to favor water. Perhaps if they could have they would, though it seemed unlikely that the annoying creatures would have taken flight with fish in their grasp.