The Flesh Chewer

The Flesh Chewer stares at the family in the backyard, the tree branches hiding it from view.  Its jaws work up and down as it gnaws at the strips of skin hanging from its mouth.

The flavor is already gone, but it continues to grind the mass between its large flat teeth.  It takes little enjoyment from the action, but still, it is better than nothing.  Soon the skin will be completely devoured, and the need for more will return.  It always returns.

The Flesh Chewer smiles down at the family, wondering how sweet their skins tastes.

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