#17. Hungry

“I’m hungry,” it said, looking at the patch of grass.

“Still hungry,” it shouted, moving towards the woods.

“Still hungry,” it burped, smacking its lips after visiting a row of houses.

“And thirsty,” it added, spying water.

“Aaaah,” it hissed as it drank, shrinking as it quenched its thirst, drinking until it disappeared beneath the water.