Bird in a Cage 5
We stumbled across a monster the other day.
Sophia and Peppita fawned over it, because it was, apparently, 'cute'.
Even if it had just tried to attack us.
But while the girls were busy squealing at its 'cuteness', I saw it getting ready to attack.
Its claws were pretty long for something so small. Its fangs were sharp for something that looked like an herbivore.
I drew the Crimson Scourge and gutted the thing, its blood staining its white fur.
The girls gasped in surprise and glared at me with tearful eyes at the loss of the mutant rodent rabbit thing.
"How could you!" the pink one cried, covering her eyes with her sleeves, bawling.
I was about to tell them of its attack, but was interrupted.
"You really are a murderer, aren't you?"
Her eyes had tears and sadness, but I don't think it was for the beast.
I was about to say something, but instead clenched my fist and grinded my teeth.