What's for Dinner?

The fox communicated with his vixen, as the creatures were taken away. The creatures were summarily put inside the disguised vehicle.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes watched in fearful silence, though well concealed by the denseness of a wood in summer. There was no grief for their fellow animals, only an acceptance of the inevitable maxim, "What you sow, so shall you reap."

There was no emotion on those who were slaughtering the creatures. They regarded each of these beings as a product. The more quickly killed the better. This particular food had to be kept fresh.

The light was beginning to fade, but those who were doing the butchering didn't really look as if they were aware of anything but the task in hand. The watching animals drifted away.

When life was extinct, the bodies were put into large refrigerators outside the transport vehicle.

There was one creature who had not been properly dealt with, and was making alternate gasp-groan type noises.

This proved to be intriguing, as the procedure was normally 100% effective.

The creature was thoroughly checked over, and the mistake would soon be corrected. The being communicated a simple message: "This isn't human." The creature had made a simple error of judgment. Not seeing the ship, or being able to see behind their silver masks, she had been presumptuous. They were not human and had no wish to be so. She would soon find out why...

Alternative Ending

Very strange things were beginning to happen to the humans, who thought they must be hallucinating, as they espied in the distance what appeared to be a dog with a horn and even a skiing parrot.

Suddenly a flock of lesser striped & spotted buttbirds (from Maine) made an appearance. Standing 20 feet high they approached the much smaller alien beings, who quickly abandoned their grisly business, and were harassed back to their spaceship by a gang of Luton fighting squirrels.

The human that had cried out: "This isn't human" had a face mask on. The gentle bigfooted winged wolf of New Jersey pulled the mask down, revealing the face of... Sarah Palin.

As the ship took off, the bigfooted winged wolf of New Jersey said: "Now, Sarah, are you going to stop persecuting us? We may not save you next time..."

Why don't you invent some of your own imaginary creatures and write about them, and/or draw them, or take my own creatures and write about them!