Weekend at last. Finally some time just for yourself. Gromsr was really looking forward to this evening and the upcoming dinner. But no sooner had the badger smelled the turkey when he noticed his forever-hungry Tailmaw starting to move. "Don't do that!", Grom tried to say, but by then it had already happened. The Tailmaw, starving and slobbering, had lunged at the Badger's dinner and devoured it in one gulp. Only a few sad peas rolled over the table. " Dang."