Deprived

I woke up, my stomach growling and hissing at me. I took off the blankets and hopped off the bed. The smell of cooked fish guided me closer to the outside of the room.

I went out of the door and saw my father counting money as the fish sat in the heating oven. As soon as the large hare saw me, he snickered and squeaked.

"Look who finally woke up." He said as he went over to the oven and turned the heat down to 0.

I hopped to the table, waiting for him to bring the fish. Father put on his gloves and opened the oven. As my mind trailed off, a small thud echoed throughout my ears.

"These guys don't have any bones in 'em, so you don't have to worry about that." Father said while taking off his gloves and gesturing me to help him set up the table.

I hopped out of my seat, "Thanks, father." I thanked him as I grabbed 2 plates and put them on the table near the two chairs.

We sat down and began tearing through the fish. Father was very great at cooking. We soon finished, and all that remained were small crumbs of meat.

As I licked my paws, someone knocked on the door. Father got out of his chair and opened the gate.

At the door was a large crocodile with a weak jaw and glasses.

WIP