Snacks From the Butler's Pantry

My girlfriend wanted to stop by her mother's house to make sure she was prepared for the end of the world. The house in the countryside was not how I remembered it. It looked like she had recently replaced the roof and thrown a fresh coat of paint over the siding. My girlfriend went inside to pick up the mail, while I wandered the gardens. Her orange trees were carrying a healthy crop of fruit, and the bean stalks were climbing their way up the rear lattices.

While my girlfriend talked with her mother about the approaching apocalypse, I sat down in my aluminum lawn chair and took off for a quick flight. I held on tightly to the flimsy arm rests, and jetted out across the hills. I sped off towards the coast to see the half completed bridge that was being built to connect our island to the mainland. Hovering just above the snow, I jumped off my chair, landing lightly on all fours. The fresh powder crunched softly beneath my furry paws as I trotted to the cliff to inspect the new bridge construction.

The rumors I had heard were true. A big-rig truck had fallen off the cliff, landing in the wet concrete below. This would be a terrible setback for the construction. We would probably not be able to finish the project before the end of the world. I took a moment to marvel at what we had managed to build. The raised motorway stretched out into the sea. The white concrete pylons marched out their regular rhythm, meeting the horizon at the edge of my vision. It was an amazing feat of engineering and construction, but it would never be completed. What a shame.

I sat on my hind legs and watched the sea until the sky began to darken from the oncoming storm. The falling snow quickly concealed the bridge, and soon even the coastline was invisible to me. I decided to make my way back home as the storm picked up to become a blizzard.

In the darkness, I sniffed at the air, trying to recognize the other wolf. Even through the wild winds, I could tell his unfamiliar scent was coming closer. He was closer than I thought. I saw his towering form materialize slowly out of the falling snow, right in front of me. Standing twice my height, he was a giant. I knew I was doomed, but charged him anyways. If I was to die, maybe I could take this monster down with me. The flurry of fangs and blood lasted only a moment, before I felt his jaws clamp around my throat. He easily ripped through my fur and flesh, tearing my throat out.

He bent over me as I felt the last of my life slip from my body . His huge hands wrapped around my waist to lift my naked, human body out of the bloody snow. He threw me easily over one shoulder and lumbered off into the blizzard to bring me to his master.