Guest sits on the porch, chirping away like a little chick again today. He looks down at you with a warm, satisfied smile.

‘Why are your ears so big and pointy?’

It is so that I may hear your voice clearly, Guest.

‘Your fangs are so sharp! Why is that?’

He pauses for a moment, then leans forward slightly with a playful smile. He speaks in a near whisper.

So that I may devour you, Guest.