The Man-Eater

Things certainly catch up with one. She knew that for certain. He was very annoying. Noisy, smelled bad, nasty. An offense to reason. So she killed the offender.

And now, it was time to reckon with her fate. There was a massive hunt in progress, and she would best leave it to that fate. That was her goal all along. Lived a long life – check. Had food and water and heat and soft beds to sleep in – check. Raised a family, or two, and got along well with everyone in it – check.

There seemed to be little else of importance at that point. Now to the present.

A quick shot to the chest, and the big cat fell to the ground. One less man-eater to watch for. Yes, it was a long and happy life.

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