In the middle of a gated pasture, a farmer sat on a hay bale plucking away at a banjo.
"Y'ello there," he said to the camera. "Me? I'm not important. I'll get who you really want over here." The farmer grabbed something from behind the bale and threw an opened can of sardines, spilling minnows everywhere with a whistle and a "Here, boy!"
In a snap, a creature that looked like a ball with little legs and a huge mouth ran in and started gobbling up the sardines, bones and all.
"That there mutant's our little Munch and he'll eat just about anything." As if on cue, Munch grabbed the can with his massive tongue and yanked it into his mouth. "Found 'im tangled in a bramble and decided we couldn't let the poor thing starve. Of course if we knew about his, ahem, voracious appetite, we might've just left 'im there!"
Munch stopped chewing and looked at the farmer with his beady white eyes.
"Oh hush, I'm only kidding." He patted Munch before looking back at the camera. "I'm thinking of entering Munch so he's got something to snack on for a few days, and if he wins the grand prize, hey, all the better." Munch wandered off while the farmer talked. "I could use a little something to put the kids through college, y'know."
Offscreen, something squealed horrifically. The farmer jumped in his seat and ran off.
"HEY! GET YOUR MOUTH OFFA THAT!" He yelled. Munch came galloping back into the frame with half of a pig sticking out of his mouth. The farmer chased Munch around the area with a pitchfork until Munch made a sudden swerve towards the camera, rapidly getting closer and closer.
"NO, WAIT, NOT AT THE-"
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