Hat Rage
"My hat!" screamed Mac in a blind rage as his precious dumpy hat was removed from his head by a disgusting little bandicoot.
He got up and ran after his lost item, following the creature as it raced into the depths of the forest.
"I can't see!" yelped Bandy.
She ran and ran fast as her grubby little paws would take her but they didn't take her very far. She ran into a tree.
"Come back here you little," Mac yelled, the sound of his stomping shoes getting closer. "Gotcha!"
Bandy shrieked as both the hat and she was lifted up out of the darkness. She came to face the tall Australian sneering at her as he lifted her by the tail.
"Gonna teach you a lesson, you pathetic little animal," said Mac, his mouth turning up into an evil grin.
So he jammed the bandicoot back into his hat and wrapped it so it was closed up tight, and smacked it against the tree a few times. Bandy screamed from within, her tiny body being assaulted by unforgiving hardness of ancient wood. Who knew that the precious and magical forest could have have inflicted such pain upon an innocent and stupid animal? But it did. She burst into tears and begged the human to stop pummeling her against the tree, but he couldn't understand animal language. All Mac heard was annoying squeals and whatever sounds bandicoots make.
Mac stopped slamming the bandicoot against the tree trunk and opened his hat. He pulled the dazed creature out and held it by the tail again. It whimpered at him, bleeding from its ugly little pink nose.
"There. That oughta keep you nice and quiet," said Mac, and he walked back through the forest.
He stopped a few feet and gaped, realizing the forest was on fire.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed, and started to run back to the camp.