Tall Grass Stirring
It was stirring, shifting, swaying unnaturally, the oscillations growing more violent. Kofi’s hand instinctively clutched the handle of his knife, and his other hand waved John backward. There was something in the grass, something big. And it was moving towards them. The disturbing rustle of the grass was then drowned by a low growl that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them.
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