Philerious

    Philerious stalked through the underbrush seeking the rescuer. Yes, of course, the rescuer would come.  How could he leave his comrade to an unknown fate. There he was. Follow, follow, follow. . . for now. Yes, all he had to do was follow this poor creature. Follow him and make sure he arrived at the facility unscathed, plump and juicy.  Delicious.
    But of course, the rescuer is a capable one, and only a minute after the alarm has begun sounding, he's begun escaping with his comrade and special pet. Next time, yes, next time. Next time, the rescuer and friends will become dinner. And next time there will be more haste. But for now, hungry. Yes, very hungry,

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