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predator.  I’m an animal.  And once that sun goes down, things might be a lot worse.  If my suspicions are right, I might be up for a long night.”
    Scott really enjoyed the bluff with the open sky and the nice cloud forms of puffy shapes.  He could eye out little bits and pieces of shapes.  One looked like a frying pan.  Another like a face looking down.  And other farther away looking like small vehicles and a puppy dog with two tails.  And the smells of the grass and the weeds and the dirt.  Earthy smells that would instantly draw his nose to the ground to investigate canine sense of smell.  He knew that there were stories of poisonous mushrooms but the smell was so invigorating, he just had to take a taste.  First licking with his long tongue, getting the texture to savor on his upper lip, he goes right in and bites and chews it down and swallows it quickly smelling for another little treat, grazing on the clover patches when he finds them, between the smells of the mushrooms as he realizes how quickly his organic form needs nourishment.  He loved the texture of the clovers and the nice mushroom chewy substance in his mouth.  He stops all together searching for the white farm house below the bluff.  Scott can hear a slow trinkling sound of water from a  running creek going to the bluffs edge.  Scott trots to it.  He indulges in the nice cool water, licking up a storm to quench his thirst enjoying the waters tastes and feels as much as the clover and mushrooms, but yet for entirely different reasons.  With the texture of the food being so much different than the wetness of the water or the tearing of the flesh earlier, Scott quickly puts that to the back of his head and just shakes it off, at the same time in a way, getting the water off the bottom of his chin.  Scott grunts with satisfaction of that and goes back to the mission at hand, finding the house.  Casually just looks up from the water falling over the bluffs edge, he can see the white shape of the house below.  He moves dangerously  towards the edge of the bluff for a better look.  Scott watches as a woman comes out of the house with a basket of clothes, hanging them on the clothesline towards the back of the door of the farmhouse.  Four smaller figures of dogs clumsily follow her while chasing each other.  Playing like puppies do.  The bigger one of the bunch looks like a pitbull.  Another looks like a poodle.  The third looks like a small hairy rat without a nose.  And the last is a Scottish terrier, gray with white spots.  The smaller one runs frantically and barks at all the bigger dogs.  The bigger dogs chase the smaller one in futile attempts to catch the small dog off guard and it always jets away just in the nick of time before the dog gets tackled down in their thunder of play as they slowly progress towards the owner busily hanging the clothes on the line, the white flowered sheets and pillow cases flapping in the wind in unison with her long brown flowery dress altogether kicking in the air as the bursts of wind come bouncing off the bluff at the same time into the wolves face.  The small cloud earlier moves a little faster as it blocks out the rays of the sun.  it ’s the one that looked like the small automobile, moved forward right towards him like the light just turned green on an invisible street .  Scott grins his canine teeth at that thought.  Looking back down, he sees now that the small dog has gotten one of her
    socks out of the clothes basket along the bristly grass at the lady ’s feet and now not only are the dogs chasing the small rat like canine with long hair, but the lady is as well and they all join in.  The dogs thinking that it’s a new game go and try to rescue the sock from the small canines mouth.  The lady being shoeless falls and all the dogs pile up on her.  The small dog instantly drops the sock and runs to play with the others.  She  gets up, picks up the sock, finds one of the