Geese.
Tons of tasty geese.
Just hangin' out on a lake, no care for the fishes.
Nor fear of the fishes.
Until something sharp points out of the lake, and doom slips on in.
But something catches its attention, something he's smelled before, but never so freshly...
Blood.
More to the point, dogs blood.
He swims up to the side of the lake, and circles the scent.
Not sure of what kind of creature it is, Atlas swims behind some brush and takes a hunting observation.
Some kind of bird? No.
One of the 'people' the Ogopogo talked so much about, maybe?
No...
Atlas turned it over in his mind,
They were supposed to look more like me, he concluded.
Whatever it is, it's irresistible. And with one injured leg,
it's basically dinner.
In a clumsy jump, he propels himself from the water and onto the injured mut, sinking his teeth quickly around the leg, taking it all with him. The dog begins to yelp, while Atlas can only smell blood.
Unaware of the deep set instincts in his genetic makeup, he can only think to devour the rest of the writhing animal.
With eyes bigger than his stomach, Atlas unhinges his jaw and pounces upon the head of the dog, taking the head in one clean bite.
But Atlas is still small. Not much bigger than the terrier, he fills quickly, and finds himself bloated before his meal is finished.
Then another sound, a strange one.
Two of them.
Atlas, bloated and stuffed, flops back into the lake and swims into cover to watch the two creatures, slightly taller than Atlas himself, wail and cry over the scraps of his dinner.
But out of the corner of its eye, one of these two legged people creatures notices Atlas' fin, and they scream, turn tail, and run.
After several minutes pass Atlas returns to the leftover carcass and takes it with him, back to his lair, to show his guardian.
