They were like squirrels but with extra legs and the poisonous spikes on their tails. There was no way to keep them off the bird feeders.
The creature came into the room seeking food, again. The contract was tenuous. The disagreements were sharp and sometimes bloody.
After the bottles were emptied the dogs howled for cigars. And more foie gras. They circled around sniffing each others asses until they passed out.
The fur grew quickly, reaching out towards them, as if they were gravitationally attractive.
Animals collected around the cabin, insisting that fur be applied evenly.
The Hollow Tree guarded the entrance to the underworld, the Snake and the Crow waited patiently for dusk.
The wolves came running up, whining, seeking shelter. He opened the door and they slinked in one by one.
The birds had long golden fur. They came in a Tyvek satchel with instructions written in something that looked like Korean. He put his bird mask on and followed the small, precise diagrams as best he could.
The creature was molecularly entwined around his leg, as a symbol of everlasting love and support, enforced by a biosynthetic flood of pleasure chemicals.
“We must save the animals. Take up claw and tooth. Build traps and hunt men.”
She hesitated as it crawled onto her lap. “Don’t worry, as long as you stay still, it won’t bite,” he said.
Woodland animals gathered around and stared as the thing tried to dig itself out.
Gazing without intention, distracted, the dogs crept up and circled him.
Instead of a head there was an opalescent white globe, swiveling.
Mandibles chomped down repeatedly, stronger and more desperate each time.