May 6, 2010
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Old Carl was out of breath. That snark wasn’t fast but was very nasty and had given Old Carl a run for this life. Chasing anything that was moving along as slow as a lazy snark was kind of out of Carl’s line of work but when that nasty snark turned and bared his teeth - it was a fight that he just had to win and he almost had him until that critter had appeared out of no where.

He laid his head down and tried to catch his breath. There had been only a flash of a moving object close to the ground passing between him and the snark. That poor snark had not seen the intruder coming and was caught of guard and the sharp flash of teeth and those claws was kind of moving. Old Carl had to admit it was definitely admirable. He was not to happy about the steal of his snark and his back hurt because he had wrenched it when the critter had appeared and he had turned in mid air to face the intruder. He was to late because by the time his feet hit the ground the critter had taken a gigantic piece out of the snark and was gone.

His eyes closed and he almost dozed off until he remembered the dead snark lying in front of him. He wasn’t hungry. It had been the chase and catch that had excited him and his disappointment was evident. A small whine broke from his mussel as he dozed and it was clear that he begin to dream of his lost catch only to be intruded by the memory of the critter passing in front of him laughing and calling out his steal. Dog, could that critter move and what a fight that would be but he had to watch those claws and those teeth but he new he would win. What a fight it would be.

A growl issued from his throat and he swore that some day he would catch that critter.