January 20, 2012


The tunnel gradually loses light and becomes opaque blackness, blinding the Anipals.

Silence fills the crawl space, getting smaller, and narrower.
They hear a low, distant rumble.
They feel the earth tremble ever so slightly beneath their paws.
The rumbling intensifies until its deafening bellow fills the darkness.
They clutch the soil in a futile effort to steady themselves.

Don't Mess Wif Me!