"Mum! I need to talk to you!"
"Not now, Roary, can't you see I 'm busy with your sister?"
"But-"
"No! Later!"
"But Mum-"
"No, Roarsaener, not now! Can you hear?"
"Yes, but-"
"Go to your room!"
I've had enough."MaNnIeS!"
"What?! Everyone, to the shelters!" Finally, she listens. "Stop writing in that silly log now and RUN!" Better go!
I now have time to explain everything. Too much time, in fact. Once every 60 years, for 2 years, the eleven MaNnIeS (Well, usually eleven- one was defeated. Somehow.) go around the world eating everything. It's survival for the fittest or cleverest. Everyone else is either eaten (most likely), squashed (quite likely), or both ( even more likely). There are about fifty of us in this shelter: 12 families or so of us lions. You already know most of my family:
"Woary, what hapwenin?"
"Not now, Moz." There she goes. Much better.
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MaNnIeS
AdventureOne day, Roarsaener and his siter Mozainae of the Canvasatorn clan discover the danger arising again. MaNnIeS. The most pure... things, that have ever existed. Pure as in pure evil.
