"Ah, humans - such curious creatures, always scurrying about when they see me. Darting through the underbrush, I hear them shouting out a melody of expressions that held no meaning to me. It was as if they thought I might understand their panicked utterances. But to me, they were nothing more than the distant murmur of a brook, pleasant but inconsequential.
I found a group of them, huddled together, their faces moist with exaggerated features. Their quick breaths pulsed through the air like tiny drumbeats. A peculiar dance of anxiety, I thought, though I couldn't quite understand why that would be.
The first tasted of salt and sweat, a tangy flavor that tingled on my tongue. The other little beings watch and yelp out with that same distorted look on their faces. I do not understand why they are causing such a commotion."
Mortimer Eats the Locals
