Food, THe enternal currency, all are born with it, and the strong claim the most thats you! You have eaten out the small villiages and your
belly just feels to lose, you want to feast, revel in ultimate hunger.You know of cities, you can smell the mass of humanity, it's addictive to eat them, thankfully they repopulate fast. Massive and hungry, your presence always sends the humans scattering, a worthy show of respect... if they are fast enough, no need to try not to step on one. a few cars slip between your legs in a race away from the big city, smart and brave, those humans should breed, you'll eat the weaker ones. the ones going back to the city, your cornicopia of sustinance. thosands of times more than a simple villiage. Not being just off the savana you know humans flee in many ways, first stop is to crack the way out as best a lion can. You stomp up the road as you move, picking up cars and eating ones that seem full, smashing the ones with more metal than flesh under your footpaw. so what to next
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