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In the Tree

    His head hit on one of the branches above him. Damn the girl! Rubbing his throbbing head. His hunger had been insatiable. He writhed himself to lean at a better angle in order to view the house, avoiding the low branches. He must have another!

    After she left that night he was content with going about his own business. His kind does not usually meddle with the humans. Loud, messy, heavy on their feet. Always stumbling around with so much noise! He was about to go about his hunt when he saw quite a sizeable bag stuffed between the bushes underneath his oak tree. He left it there thinking she might return in the morning to retrieve it. But that didn't happen.

    2 days and the bag is still there. For some reason this annoyed him. Something so human polluting his oak. He took it up in to his tree to finger with it's contents. Some sort of metal canisters. With different colors marking the outside. Must be for the hair, he mused.

    On the third night he decided he might as well hunt for her instead. Took him another three days to track her by scent. He considered himself a good hunter and it annoyed him that it took so much time to find her. It would've been much faster if it wasn't for the smell of melting sugar and whatever else that cloaked her whole house! 

    He stood on the tree in her garden and watched. The girl with the pink hair was bustling about with something. She had put something in her mouth. It was some sort of colorful stuff which seems to give her a sort of joyous enrapturement. He wondered if it contained some sort of magic.

    He continued to wait. There was a sound from the other room and she left. Quickly he entered through the sliding glass door. He made no sound. On closer inspection, the food that she ate does look magic. It was colorful and shiny. With different designs and metallic glint. A considerable amount of passion has been put into their design that was apparent. Was that what the cans are for? He would have to come back another day as he didn't bring the bag with him as it may slow down his tracking.

    He took a few of the colorful food with him and slipped back out into the night. Back in his tree, he popped one of the thing in his mouth, and almost doubled over. It was indeed magical! He savored them slowly, much to his satisfaction. And found he desired more of it as soon as it was finished. It was torment. He wanted more and spent the whole night up telling himself that he was being ridiculous. The sound of a distant c**k crowing signalled that sunrise is just around the corner. He breathed a sigh of relief. It will have to be another night.

    He tried to forget the taste the next evening. But he couldn't, it was too overwhelming. He had never tasted anything like it in his life. It must be the magic in the food. What is it??? In any case he still needed to go back to deliver the bag anyway. And so he found himself in the tree once again, with a sore head. Watching, waiting for the right moment to make his move.