PICNIC WITH RON

RAIN

"I was only joking oh my Goddess!"

The bloody dead deer slumps on my feet, and my white fur slippers get soaked. Ron took it seriously when I told him to feed me taking it as I haven't eaten in weeks.

The deer is massive and when I finally look up at Ron, his bloody jaws hanging open, eyes glinting, I know I can't win this war.

"I can't eat raw meat, Ron. Plus it's too big," I cross my arms, pouting.

He nuzzles me again and I know he is apologizing with the way he pushes his head between my kegs and I pat it lightly.

"I will eat fruits though, then you can hunt me something smaller and we will take it back when we head home," I tell him and he licks my face in agreement.

"Oh!"

He runs off, disappearing between the thickets probably going to find me some edible fruits.