XLVIII: A Pet?

Crouching by a benevolent stream, a little creature cautiously watched the clear water.

"Little fishes.." The imp mumbled with its little voice, drooling from the words it uttered. It silently crawled to the shallow water and started to violently trash. This commotion caused its prey to quickly move in panic, revealing their location. The imp spotting its meals, went on to chase. A moment later, it sat on a rock munching its victims.

An unsatisfied look was etched on the little creature face. "Me want more little fishes!"

It jumped down the rock and was about to approach the stream once again but it caught a soft noise coming from its rear. It quickly turned to find out what's causing the commotion only to saw the jaws of a snake snap close and bit its leg.

"Ah! Poor me hates despicable snake!" The imp let out a shriek of pain as it also bit into snake. This action just angered the snake as it coiled around the imp. Thats right, it was not a poisonous snake, but a constrictor.