The Monster

Rain hits the many green leaves of a lone tree, and what lay under is a gigantic sleeping dog-like figure. Its furless exterior, pale. It had no eyes visible at the moment.  Its ears were only small slits on both sides of his head, and it had nothing to breathe through besides its mouth. Its paws have very sharp, black claws at the end. It had no name, it only goes by "Monster". When it woke up, it yawned and through its gaping mouth bore sharp fangs, a tongue that was always larger than its mouth, and an eye to see. The Monster is scared. Scared when people scream, and it runs away. The Monster is scared because everything but him and his tree are gone. This tree it protects with its life. It ponders its mortality alongside the tree's. It curls and snuggles up to the rough bark, its only companion in this world, yawning again. Its mouth is watering. It's crying. It doesn't want to see its fantastic life go. It goes even closer, now whimpering very loudly. This tree was its world. It knew one day that something would take its friend away, and it hoped it wasn't today. It always hoped it wasn't today, although it knew one day would go against his wishes.

One day, a snake came up to the beast. It was made of bones and was very long. Several kilometers, at least. Without moving its mouth, it said:
"The day has come."
So much water came out of the monster's mouth. It was barking, but in a broken voice, and then whimpered. It attempted to step on the snake, but as soon as it moved closer, it shattered like glass.

It woke up in a field of flowers, looking for the tree. It spotted a tree. The tree was so beautiful. The leaves were covered in radiant flowers. "Is that you, friend? Have you grown pretty?" It walked towards the tree. Its mouth stopped watering, and it lay down under the tree and fell asleep in the daylight.

May you run in the flowers forever, Monster.