“How do you like your meat?” Jeff asked.
“I like them raw and juicy.” Harry licked his lips.
“Can we not do this, guys?” Hazel begged.
Jeff and Harry gave each other a look that said As if.
Hazel stamped angrily, which made her pony-tail swing from side to side.
“You guys never listen to me!” Hazel huffed in agitation.
For a moment, Jeff and Harry may actually have felt guilt. A look of uncertainty flashed across their faces, but only for a fleeting moment.
“But we’re fleas and you’re the only livestock around here and we must feed.” Jeff and Harry sank their teeth into Hazel’s delicious flesh.
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