Waste Not

[Drakka Reader]

Just a little thing I tossed up out of nowhere. Hope it's good!

Waste not, want not.

The beast learned that this was the way of the world when she gazed upon a dead snake, expended her pity, and ate it. She found she was blessed with beautiful scales that protected her in crisis. She ate the hound, and found its energy. She ate the panther that thought her easy prey, and found its claws upon her own.

Waste. Waste. Waste.

Yet there were others who didn't share her ideology. She met them suddenly, two legs, and skin like soft tree bark. She wondered if they found themselves like the plants they grew. What brave creatures! To eat what she despised!

She soon found there was no such impressive feats, no, what a waste! She found gutted deer. She found fallen trees. She even found the very plants they ate withered and dry. A waste of value, what idiotic beasts.

Wasteless

There was a little one before her, soft and clean. She waited for the scream, the inevitable run. She wouldn't eat it, too small, a waste of life. However, the little one wasn't running. It was actually trying to touch her!

Cute!

It sung in the wasteful beast's wonderful way, a fondness in its voice. She let it touch her, and it brought a paw out. The wasted things, the things they wouldn't eat. Did it know her frustration? Did it matter? It was giving her things to not waste. How wonderful. This was a wonderful beast.

A life not wasted

How long the wonderful beast was around, she knows not anymore. She just knows that after many nights and many days of eating and singing, when a tree made its home on her back, when she finally understood their singing as speech, it never moved again. A type of sleep, she decided it was, to leave forever and leave your meat behind. Its meat was left on the ground, its strange pelt, but no singing and no breath. She discovered something new. She didn't want to touch the meat left behind, she wanted to howl over it, to never let it become meat. This was insanity, if there was anything she and the wonderful beast did together, it was not waste.

Waste not, want not

That was the day she found her song. The wonderful beast's singing was now her own, and no longer could the wasteful beasts ignore her. So the beast strode to teach, and ensure the waste would never happen again. They would never waste their supplies, their lives, nothing. She'd make sure. She leaned back her head, and sung.

"Waste not, want not!"

[Cwaganagwa Dorothy]

The good and bad of one creature. Indeed, waste not, want not. The way you wrote your story gave feeling to it and I applause for that.