Our writing today shall revolve around the theme of: predator versus prey.
Today featured family time, yard and house work, and schedules being thrown off by the time going back an hour last night.
Someone really should have warned Max about that ahead of time. Then he might have realized that what he thought was 6:40 this morning was actually 5:40.
Also known as: too bloody early to wake up.
"You have to come out eventually."
"I have plenty of food in here, I'm in no hurry to go anywhere."
"Oh, neither am I. After all, I just ate your mother, father, brother, and sister. Or was that your girlfriend? Same thing, perhaps?"
"You're a monster."
"Let's not go there. We need each other, your kind and mine."
"Trapping me in here isn't enough for you, now you're going to lecture me with your nonsensical propaganda?"
"Without the likes of me hunting the likes of you, your entire species would be fat and lazy. No incentive to keep in shape, no need to work as hard as you do. You should show a little gratitude."
"Are you trying to bore me to death?"
"No sir, not at all. Just passing the time until your timely death."
"You'll have to sleep eventually. You'll wake to find me long gone."
"Ah, you have a good point. I am, in fact, feeling quite tired... good night!"
"Honestly? You're actually being serious right now? I'm not fooled by your silly little charade - you're obviously not sleeping."
"Well, I'm not now! How could I, with all your yammering? Terribly rude, really."
"You're a terrible actor."
"Yes, well, it's not exactly my forte, now is it?"
"I suppose not."
"Now if you'd just come out here where I can reach you I'd be happy to show you all the areas in which I excel."
"Ripping, rending, rupturing, that sort of thing?"
"Oh yes, quite!"
"I think I'll just stay where I am, thanks."