Slylock Fox – January 18th, 2014
Gnawed femurs. Old eyeballs laying on the ground. The frog’s trail of death and destruction wouldn’t end, and all anyone could do was watch. Some creatures hid behind what they could find. Some stoically marched into the water to escape it all. And some tucked their hands in their pockets and smiled, their eyes fixed on every moment. They see beasts devour the weaker every day, and think to themselves, so this is how it’s done.
That’s what I’m assuming kids who read Slylock are like.