Vodka was dumbfounded. Her prey, who just run for her life a while ago, now wants to be eaten voluntarily.
"Why?", She asked.
Chichi looked in the direction of the plucked feathers. "It seems like my family has become someone else's lunch. I can smell their aroma from here. Maybe it's my destiny too."
Vodka, even though her stomach is already grumbling, felt guilty for the action she was about to do. Vodka then loosens her grip and silently carried Chichi back home.
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Familiar Scent
Short StoryOne day while resting, Vodka was enchanted by Chichi's scent and planned to add her to the menu. She came looking for a meal but found a family. A story of a dog and chick, bound by scent and coincidence.
