Greatwater Lake burned but not buried this time

Fat and sleepy was good for the boy.

Especially when it scurried along his path as blind as a bat or as clueless as a worm. There could be no time to waste! He pounced, slapped paws on either side. Teeth came down with a crunch.

His eyes widened and he clutched the rat head-first in his mouth, letting it hang there for a moment.

Perhaps he was supposed to share, yet he felt unable to.