The stale old smell of the rug made me cry. The final scene of the final night was finished, my hairs stood on end once again to rapturous applause.
The stale old smell of the rug made me retch. I couldn’t move though until I said
‘OK, I’ll do it.’
Then he took his foot off my head.
Her fists and arms were aching from hitting and scratching. Out of breath reality rose and hopes were buried as she stared into the darkness.
She stared into the darkness. She shook it but as far as she could see there was nothing left inside. The cereal box was empty.
I watched from the shadows until someone finally got out of their car. I growled and leapt to devour them. The Safari park was closed down.
I watched from the shadows until almost finished, I shouted out aloud:
Ninety-Three. Ninety-Four. Ninety-Five. Ninety-Six. Ninety-Seven. Ninety Eight. Ninety-Nine. ONE HUNDRED!
COMING! READY OR NOT!