Chomp, chomp, chomp….
The man suddenly turned back at the sound coming behind him.
All he could see was the dark silent road, the tall trees swinging in the cold breeze of the winter night and the occasional sound of the owl hooting.
The man held to his warm coat closer to himself and the bag of fish tighter; scared of being attacked by some hungry animal who may follow him from the smell of freshly caught fishes or some thieves who rob whoever they find alone at night.
He was a fisherman and he mostly goes out at midnight. By the time he reaches home and finishes cleaning his catch to sell in the market, its dawn.
The fish market opens at the first light of the day and if he needs to get a good price for his day, he should be there earlier then the rest of the sellers.
Chomp, chomp, chomp.
Went the sound again.
The man again looked back to check if someone was following him.
This time, he walked slowly with steady steps, trying to listen to where the sound was coming from.
Chomp, chomp, chomp….
He could hear the sound again.
He could exactly hear the source of the sound.
It was coming from his bag.
Chomp, chomp, chomp.
He was sure this time that there was something in his bag munching up his fishes.
He peeked into his bag but found nothing.
“What could it be!”, he wondered.
He walked faster and faster.
Desperate to reach the safety of his home.
Chomp, chomp, chomp.
The munching continued.
“It must be some animal that sneaked into my bag”
“When did it get in? It must have got in on the way”
He decided to take care of the creature for good before it finishes off all his fishes.
He took out his little red torchlight from his pocket and sat down beside the road.
He carefully put his bag down and picked up a stick that he found lying nearby.
Slowly he untied the knot and light his torch.
The inside of his bag revealed nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
He noticed that the fishes have reduced in number.
“Maybe it got away when I stopped to inspect”, he thought to himself.
He got up and hurried back home as fast as his legs could carry.
Chomp, chomp, chomp.
Went the sound again.
He hurried as fast as he could back to his house.
As he entered the through the gate of his house, he saw a large shadow of a man standing behind him.
The shadow grew larger and larger and larger.
To be continued.........
To be continued.........
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