Brown and beastly things

While seven surviving individuals frolicked on a muddy flat, the carcass of a smooth otter lay sprawled over rocks that face a dire strait. A multitude of milkfish had floated in with the tide, providing a feast for the resident varanids. The pale bodies gathered at the mouths of sluice gates and dangled from low branches as the waters retreated to reveal a tangled bank of breathing roots. 

Already gutted and gruesome, the carcass was guarded by an indomitable lizard. The skull, however, would serve as a valuable resource in the national natural repository and as a catalyst for reviving classroom curiosity. Armed with thick gloves and grim dispositions, a collection crew saw off the reptile and bagged the body. Robbed of its prize, the scavenger returned in haste to taste the memories of its midday meal and savour the aroma of rot that wafted through the trees of this troubled sanctuary and offered no answers to festering questions of life in an age of death.

Comments

[Snail]

That monitor is going to be dining like a regent.

[budak]

we stole his meal. the museum wants a skull.