Random fictional Story

...pulling himself slowely out from the mud. It slurped hungerly at his skin, not wanting to let go of it's unexpected meaty meal. This was a catch worth enjoying, and digesting over the next hundred years or so. But this jungle bog was not deep enough, not strong enough, to hold him. He Looked up into the noisy, stormy night of the sky, wishing he was an eagle, soaring high above the ground, with it's beady, birdy eyes, able to spy out the hidden things of the land. He needed to find her. She was out there, alone, and all he had was the...