“Wait,” cried Sprite, as Swamp Fiend began dragging her beneath the soil. “You don’t want to eat me! I was a pirate! I have scurvy and moles on my back.”
Swamp Fiend turned Sprite over. “Looks like they’re benign.”
“Count again,” replied Sprite. “I think there be ten.”
A squelch, a pop and another Sprite was gone.