I shouldn't think

Not much food. It doesn't come, is given. Given by the Bringer. The one who brings in food. Wriggly things. Nothing to store. Nothing to satiate. I don't like the wriggly things. Not good food. I want, cockroaches. I want, crickets. The Bringer brought something else with no food. I am hungry, but this flaily thing is too big for me to eat. It will be Flail, yes, Flail is what I call it. Flail is too big to eat, big enough to hurt me, I'll keep my watch. Flail won't hurt me no, not while I watch.