The child, was Joey his name?
She took in a breath, fully intending to call out to him, to draw him away from the flimsy door. Only he did the unthinkable.
He reached up for the rusted knob. After a bit fumbling that was more like a jiggling fight with the stubborn hunk of metal, he managed a twist. The mechanism within the door gave an audible click.
With that pile of unappetizing, dry and no doubt quite stale dog food sitting in a nice pile right there at the entrance, Gale could well imagine that to a bear, a kid would be a much nicer, juicy, entree.
Gale descended upon the child in an eye blink. Both of her hands grasped the thin biceps so that she lifted the small form up and away from the opening door with little effort. It was almost like the child as a sack of potatoes, only that, all the while she streaked through the kitchen, the boy screeched very shrillily, kicked wildly at her shins, even connected a left punch at her mid section.
He was still screaming as Gale shoved him, most unkindly, through the swinging kitchen door with the other children in her charge.
She heard the pig like snort just behind her. It was horribly, much more clear, and oddly, quite wet sounding. She froze and swallowed. She darted her eyes over her shoulder.
A massive fur covered body shadowed the streaming sunlight for a stuttering heartbeat. Then, as the shadow lurched low, she whirled herself through the swinging door.
Gale stepped breathless into the next room. To this day, she has no idea how she urged the many children out the double doors down the way without screaming once.
A/N: eh. Not that good an ending. Might work on this another time for a cooler sort of one, but I say this here prompt is officially done.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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