his three eyes pooled in the slick black oil he was made of small and scary . his fox like head and civit body made no sense , but nither did he . " what's wrong ?" he dropped the string of freshly dead organs out of his mouth . a smile as crazy as he was . " hunting is good. " a high pitched raspy voice peped . every thing about him was wrong , it like his body couldnt decide what it was . " what's wrong . ' like any child he was scared . looking at angry humans. he backed away slowly . a jittery hiss sound fell like vapor out of his mouth . to man for his own , to his own for man . black tears that looked like dark midnight rain fell from his eyes . he picked his hunt back up and ran . back to the little hole he would hide himself in when he was scared . he didn't know it was wrong , he was sorry . he cur;d himself up into a ball and rested .