>>18335594>Y-Yeah.>Good luck out there Miss Raquel!As Raquel leaves, Corn Girl stands up and tries to get her equilibrium back. She steadies herself and takes a deep breath. She walks towards the sofa and retrieves the box from under it.
>Woah, this is pretty heavy.>Miguelito's probably a big dog, huh?>Or maybe even a pig.>I heard people in the city think it's trendy to have them as pets.>Hmm, maybe he's a miniature pony?>Or a REALLY big cat!>No, those guys only eat lasagne.Corn Girl chuckles to herself at the thought of a giant cat sleeping in the bathtub dreading the thought of Mondays. She knocks on the bathroom door.
>Hello!>He->*Ahem*>Hola!>Hola, Miguelito!>I've got some food for you!Corn Girl opens the door and comes face to face with a sleeping Miguelito. She's stunned at the sight as the spotted beast's snores echo throughout the tiled bathroom.
She drops the box. Chunks meat spills onto the floor. Her mind race.
>Okay, okay, Corntney.>Stay calm.>You're just feeding a j-jaguar.>No big deal.>You feed animals at the farm all the time.>Seacornchip is a lot bigger than this guy!>Surely a horse is a lot more dangerous than a jaguar!>And Pigmalion goes crazy every time you feed him!>That hog is a rowdier than a jaguar!>And don't forget all the chickens, ducks, sheep and Elvis Cowstello and his family!>See, y-you feed animals all the time!>Nice, friendly animals and usually with corn and not m-Corn Girl steps into the bathroom and glances at the spilled meat. She sees tufts of hair, a press on fingernail and a ring amongst the pile flesh.
>-eat.Before she can react. Miguelito stirs awake. He yawns and lets out a roar directed at Corn Girl. She quickly exits the bathroom and shuts the door. She hears scratches coming from the other side which subsides only to be replaced by the sound of crunching bones. She uses the sofa and a drawer to barricade the bathroom door and makes her way to the bed.
>I need to lie down some more. 