The Place of the Wild Things
All things come in different places, the woods about this place seem to be one of those places. The grey and gnarled trees stand among bright green grasses that don't move with the breeze and and the dull grey brown of the volcanic rocks seem to have no origin. Then there among the grasses there are small stuffed bares, with there cotton stuffing strewn among the grasses, their ears are falling off and there once soft fur is covered in slobber. And yet they keep that loving smile on their face that seems to accept all and forget all discrepancies.
Then the creature comes that have put them in their current state... He bounds along grinning and carrying another of them, its fur pristine and ears attached. This would not last long in the mouth of this destroying beast. He carries his victims like babies, though they are going to an alter for a sacrifice, little does the stuffed beat know.
Then as if something changed in heart the creature turned on the stuffy, punning the thing to the ground and the tossing him up by any appendage to only catch it and throw the innocent thing back up again. Life is short enjoy it while it lasts.
Stuffing is every where by the end of the poor things life. There is only a tattered frame of what it once was but yet that smile still lingers, even with its ears hanging from small threads and the small plastic buttons for eyes are now being digested... Happiness is sought in destruction for most creatures... and this one is most happy with the out come.
Name: Stitch
Gender: Male
Type: Runner
Mate: None
Offspring: None