QUOTE : Then I heard a long, loud ripping sound. It reminded me of a Velcro shoe being torn open. My heart skipped a beat as I moved closer to the shrubs. I heard a moan, soft and weak. And then I stopped when I heard the chewing. The crack of bone breaking. Loud chewing … chewing … chewing … I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to see what was on the other side of the shrub. With a pounding heart, I moved around the bushes, looked down at the ground—and opened my mouth in an endless scream. A deer was sprawled on its side in the tall grass. Its head had been torn off. The head sat straight up a few feet from the body. One eye stared blankly at me. The other eye had been yanked out. The body had been clawed apart. Pale white bones and bright red meat poked out through the torn fur. A swarm of flies already buzzed around the opening.