The platypus

She glides though the water like an arrow, creating ripples.

Returning home from a successful hunt, and then she heard it.

The sound of rushing water pulling her towards me.

She swims in fear, trying to hold onto anything.

But it pulls her around like a rag doll.

She wakes in a strange place, where everything smells like human and mould.

The sewers.

She had heard rumours about them.

Oh no, she thought to herself.

She wonders for days, looking for a way out of this prison.

While she slowly starves.

She walks past dead animals.

Will she soon join them?