It all moved so slow but somehow happened so fast.

‘Must get squirrel. Squirrel is prey. PREY. PREY. PREY’ the voice inside my head shouted as I chased the furry pipsqueak. It’s tiny legs accelerated down the street but was no match for me. The hunt, the thrill of losing control, the chase…it was exhilarating.

I’m not normally this violent, quite the opposite actually; but this was war. The little bugger had trespassed on my territory and needed to be taught a lesson.

Before I could register what was happening, I heard a loud crash followed by a sickening crunch. Like someone had stepped on rice crispy cereal. Except it wasn’t a person it was a car, and it wasn’t cereal it was the squirrel.

As the tires drove away leaving a trail of red on the asphalt, my heart dropped to my stomach. This isn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want it dead… just frightened.

‘It belongs where it is. You would have done a better job tearing it from limb to limb’ the voice said sadistically. The urge to gag made my whole body tremble and a whimper escaped from my throat.

Hi my name is Chester, and several months ago I woke up in the body of a dog.