7/12: The Hunt

Salud,

Today, like many others, I was on Ze Hunt. No matter circumstance, critter and beast alike Submit to my Suffering. From cardinals to mice to skinks, all are of equal importance to eliminate.

Traditionally, whilst waiting for hunting opportunities, I clean. Even whilst laying upon their dirt, I clean because it is important to showcase elegance in the face of thy enemy.

Today, Beans squeaked and squealed and chirped from the porch to inform me of movement within My Earth. I quickly localized the centre-point of this soil disturbance and stared upon the ground for over thirty human minutes.

This could no other be the work of the nefarious Mole. In time, I sensed Mole to be as close to the soil surface as possible and ravaged the dirt until I made hole to uncover Mole.

I rip off Mole’s front right limb and slam Mole’s torso to ground for quick paralysis.

This is when true entertainment begins because Mole is not yet dead; I enjoy watching my enemy's soul slowly wither from their carcass. However, Barbe Rouge ruined my War Game by dropping shovel on Mole’s spine to deliver death...

No matter. There will be more. My primary objective is nevertheless complete.

Barbe Rouge digs even deeper hole with shovel and I hear him mutter, “return to the Earth” as he buries Mole. And, as swift as my assassination, the evidence is quickly cleared. My humanoid serves much purpose to my deathly dealings.

Thus, my back yard is secured once more. For I am Lé Toots, Slayer of Beasts.

Au revoir,

Lé Toots