As she slid closer, the smell was making her mouth water. She’d lost count of how many of these little treats she’d had the pleasure of sinking her teeth into. Maybe that’s why she felt particularly smug as she wound her way closer to the henhouse, carefully pushing her head in through the little opening after carefully, quietly unlatching the little door. She took a deep breath in and her tongue flicked to smell all the better. Oh, they smelled<i>good</i>.<br/><br/>Slowly, silently she wound her way along the edge of the coop, towards a nest with six lovely, large eggs and no hen currently sitting on them. Well, well... she would be a fool to pass up such an easy delicacy before the chickens were alerted to her presence. She eased herself carefully into the nesting box, only to find when she was slightly more than halfway in, that the ground beneath her gave way and she was thrust into darkness. She yelped loudly in distress, in a haunting, human-like scream. She thrashed against the bag, yowling again as she found herself pricked by something. In a blind panic, all she could do was wriggle and thrash as nails driven into the bag drew blood all across her body, her tail lashing outside the bag’s mouth. The hens made a great commotion, many of them rushing out, clawing at each other’s backs to escape.<br/><br/>She heard a great guffaw as the plump fisherman bounded toward her, lifting up the roof and grabbing her by the tail, shaking the bag above his head victoriously.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)"> “We’re going to have quite the meal tonight! She’ll be a fine, tasty morsel!”</span>He laughed, his belly rippling.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)"> “Get that firewood in, we’ve got cooking to do! Little egg-stealer special!”</span>He gestured his arms about as he did a little dance towards the house, still laughing heartily.