• Cannibal Cleo lurked. Eyes wildly flinted around behind glasses behind leaves. The glasses - she'd stolen. The leaves - connected to twigs. Connected to branches. Connected to just one of the thousands of tree trunks rooted in the ground inside the jungle. The jungle sat, but in a stoic, mysterious way, beside a little speck of a town. The town was a morsel and the forest surrounding it was the monster engulfing it.

    She heard a rustle. She twitched. She waited. She peeked out from nature's camoflauge - the leaves - and peered down at the jungle floor below. Beneath her was a human chattering in a human language. She tried to survey the area for other humans, but the same trees that concealed her also handicapped what she could see. She leaned forward and stuck her head out further, more or less upside down. As the human walked beneath her, oblivious to what lurked above, she reached an arm down and made a swiping motion over his head. She missed.

    As it began to wander away from her, she retracted back into the leaves, sitting for a moment before sprinting off into the distance, cackles echoing all around.