Sucked into the vortex, my memories dwindled, my mind dulled, and my senses sharpened as I was spat out again.
I lay on the ground with a toy in my hands.
I bite into it and nibble on it before I throw it away.
I tilt my head and hear the birds singing.
I stand up and walk out into the cornfield.
I can smell a rabbit; I can hear it running, so I am picking up speed to catch it.
Easily I navigate through the lush cornfield, and although I am not seeing anything ahead, I can smell and hear everything.
Especially the small movements of my prey.
I stop at some point and wait, and when my instincts tell me to, I attack.
I attack and take the rabbit in my mouth, breaking its neck.
I turn around and walk back indoors, carrying the rabbit inside, up the stairs, where I know she is.
The old female sits on a chair, a stick in her hand.
Others are talking.
When she sees me, she smiles brightly, and when I put the rabbit at her feet, she pets my head.
