Peanut was a shaman. She had been protecting her tiny flock for decades, and even though she was getting old, she still held a position of great respect within the tribe.
When the monsters came from the sky, long-limbed and carrying sinister weapons, she was the only one with the ancient knowledge to understand their language.
One morning, the hunters caught a group of them. They came to her first to ask what they should do. She examined the tall, bald-bodied creatures.
“Aw, this one’s got a little underbite!” One of the humans cooed at her.
“Eat them,” she declared.

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