Sinjin

The forest is cool, dark, and wet. Sinjin likes it that way. The others, the ones he hunts, can’t hear him when it’s damp and move slowly when it’s cool.

Sinjin likes the dark. He sees the others, but they don’t see him, and it is better that way—more food for Sinjin.

When the meat is gone, Sinjin dries the skin and makes things to cover him or wrap meat in. Sinjin makes soft things if he kills a fluffy one, but that does not happen often. The fluffy ones are fast.

Sinjin is lonely and wishes for friends, but they are all gone, and there is no female to make little Sinjin, so when he dies, all Sinjin is gone. He is sad to be the last.

Sinjin thinks he should leave this place and find other Sinjins, but none exist. So he kills, eats, and sleeps.

Sinjin knows that one day, he will sleep and not open his eyes, the dark place will be quiet, and the others will not die. Sinjin thinks it will be better for others when he is gone.

For now, though, Sinjin will live and kill and enjoy himself, and when he is gone, the worms will smile, and the others will dance, but not today.