The fable

Under the tent, a slight glow lit the place, the source of light came from the inflated neck.

'The heck is this!' Thought Oswald, looking around him if he could find anything to throw and pierce the balloon.

There was a bucket, full of 'leftovers' next to him, he plunged his hand in it and threw the mess on Baggio's face, to blind him.

But the man's face distorted and the mouth opened wide, to let out an elastic tongue that touched the flying objects and brought them inside the gapping mouth at once.

'Fucking toad just swallowed the-!' Oswald thought, seeing another change.

Now holding a knife on his left hand, he had his main hand in front of him, he was using it like a shield, exactly like Ward did when he felt threatened by the monster. There were no fingerprints, so he guessed both brothers had the same illness.

'And I thought the murky green that stained this place was a mix of death's scent and his! How long have they been mocking me?'