"H'lo, officer. You lookin' fer that young cheeter what came through here?"

"Yup. Seen 'im?"

"A-yup."

"Went inta the swamp?"

"A-yup."

"You didn't try an' stop 'im?!"

"Oh, we did. Told 'im don't go in there, son. One minute you'll be walking along peaceful as the preacher's bed on Sunday, and next - CHOMP!"

"And?"

"And, you know how they are. 'There aren't any alligators living in that swamp,' he sez. 'Not out in the wild like that, not for a hundred years! Everyone lives in con-do-minimums and McMansions now.' Yup, we sez. Not some*one* to worry about. Some*thing*. 'What?!' he sez, like we're tellin' 'im the sky is made of blue silk. The swamp is haunted, we sez. 'By what?' he sez. By the swamp, we sez. 'The swamp haunts itself?!' as if I'd lie about a think like that. Yessir, I tells 'im. 'That's ridiculous!' he sez all huffy-like, in the city voice they use. Ridiculous or not don't matter if its eatin ya, I tell 'im. But, he went off thattaway all the same."

"Well, I sure am sorry to hear about that. Thanks fer yer time. I'll start looking up his next of kin to send our condolences."

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Starring KibaCheetah as the unfortunate prey here. (Note: the commission -is- supposed to be based around the pred, rather than the prey. This is a special exception based on circumstances, mainly that I wanted to draw a swampgator. ;) )

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30 Days of Monster-Boys 3: Slime