before me is the monster that killed the Daddy that would have loved me and hurt Mama in my creation. He is the one who gave me the tusks I have to be so careful with. He is the one who made me into something that the village pretends does not exist. He is the reason that Mama is alone with only me to love.
Leaving the basket with its fish and Daddy's fishing pole in my quiet, willow kingdom, I follow the thing that made me with a knot of hatred in my throat. Staying downwind and quiet is easy. I'm used to hunting. I was built for it, thanks to him. This hunt is no different in form, even if it is worlds apart in purpose.
When I know for sure that he's going to the house, I shiver again. I can smell the bad intentions on him. Tim...
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