Post by Dunney on Jan 27, 2009 21:19:26 GMT -5
After shooing the crows away, all he could do at first, was look at it.
It used to be a sheep, he could tell that much right away. Just like the ones in the petting zoo at his old home. He remembered talking with them in his last days there... along with the goats and chickens and parrots and mystifying reptiles. In the hot and long days with the humans, the herbivores had provided him with the occasional conversation to stave off boredom. They weren't the best of conversationalists, but they had entertained and interacted with him, in those days. After a few long minutes, memories that were even older surfaced then, as he bent to smell the blood caked thickly in the familiar woolly fur. Puppy-age memories of chasing those same sheep, driven by feelings he couldn't describe...until the human punished him, and the sheep called him bad things, like "insolent" and "a rampaging delinquent." With so much other food around, and all that scolding and talking, he soon learned that sheep weren't food. They were grumpy neighbors, with surprisingly adorable offspring. The only time he'd felt those predatory since then, were with the rats and mice he loved to hunt so much.
He had found many rodents here, thankfully. They were his most favorite food of all...even over ground meat and kibble and human treats...but he was still hungry at the moment. And the sheep was already dead and half-eaten.
The dingo sat down to think, still looking over the relatively fresh carcass curiously. He never would have done such a thing at his old home...but there didn't seem to be anyone else around (he double-checked over his shoulder)...so, he gingerly reached down and took a taste.
It tasted just like meat. Just like any other food, though slightly less processed. So, feeling a little sinful, he slowly settled himself down and picked at the carrion, like any canine should. However, he didn't think to continue to pay attention to his surroundings. He was deep in thought as he ate, focused solely on the scandalous deed he was committing, and on nothing else.
It used to be a sheep, he could tell that much right away. Just like the ones in the petting zoo at his old home. He remembered talking with them in his last days there... along with the goats and chickens and parrots and mystifying reptiles. In the hot and long days with the humans, the herbivores had provided him with the occasional conversation to stave off boredom. They weren't the best of conversationalists, but they had entertained and interacted with him, in those days. After a few long minutes, memories that were even older surfaced then, as he bent to smell the blood caked thickly in the familiar woolly fur. Puppy-age memories of chasing those same sheep, driven by feelings he couldn't describe...until the human punished him, and the sheep called him bad things, like "insolent" and "a rampaging delinquent." With so much other food around, and all that scolding and talking, he soon learned that sheep weren't food. They were grumpy neighbors, with surprisingly adorable offspring. The only time he'd felt those predatory since then, were with the rats and mice he loved to hunt so much.
He had found many rodents here, thankfully. They were his most favorite food of all...even over ground meat and kibble and human treats...but he was still hungry at the moment. And the sheep was already dead and half-eaten.
The dingo sat down to think, still looking over the relatively fresh carcass curiously. He never would have done such a thing at his old home...but there didn't seem to be anyone else around (he double-checked over his shoulder)...so, he gingerly reached down and took a taste.
It tasted just like meat. Just like any other food, though slightly less processed. So, feeling a little sinful, he slowly settled himself down and picked at the carrion, like any canine should. However, he didn't think to continue to pay attention to his surroundings. He was deep in thought as he ate, focused solely on the scandalous deed he was committing, and on nothing else.
