Clearing up roadkill was the worst job but he was lucky to have one at all.
He was in one of the backroads, somewhere out in the countryside.
Not his usual area and not his usual creature.
The pay they offered was enough to counteract the initial worries he'd had.
I mean, its not every way you get to see a dead one, you know?
Especially one so big.
He reckoned it must have escaped from a zoo, probably a private one as he'd
not seen it in the news anywhere.
He guessed that's why they phoned just before closing hours, wanted it secret.
Pulling out his usual tools he went to cut it up - made for easier transport.
As the shears made contact with its arm it awoke with a shriek.
He wasn't equipped to deal with a live one!
Thinking quickly he closed the shears on its arm and pulled.
Its shrieking only increased but it was too distracted to notice him moving
his tool around the creature's neck.
Its neck was too thick for him to get it in one go.
The shrieking was replaced with gurgling as blood poured out of its throat
and mouth.
It died slowly.
Great, now he had even more to clean.
Ugh, why do humans have so much blood?
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