behold the mighty hunter
one of lunch's most endearing talents is that he fetches. you throw his stuffed multicolored worm for him and he trots off after it (or gallops, if he's feeling particularly bloodthirsty). he carefully picks it up, clamps his powerful jaws around its lifeless carcass, and brings it back, yowling the whole time with his mouth full to let you know he's on his way. then he drops it, looks up expectantly, and trills proudly.
then i make much of him, and throw it again. this can go on for days.
sometimes i wake up in the morning staring at the worm, which he's thoughtfully left on my pillow. sometimes, just as i'm dropping off to sleep, i hear the telltale jingle of the bell inside it as lunch hurries into the room, baying happily, proud of his kill. and sometimes, exhausted from the hunt, lunch cradles his trophy jealously as he sleeps, guarding it from -- i don't know, jackals? hyenas? vultures?
