loadingwhen we’re all asleep. I hide behind a bush and spy on them. At first, they look very innocent. They’re walking around the garden in the moonlight. Just walking.
“That’s not dangerous, “i think, “they’re just out for
a walk, that’s all. A walk in the moonlight.” but no. A moth
flies
by.
And
suddenly, the trainers spring into action. One of them throws out a lace like a lasso.
Got it! The moth flutters. But it can’t get free. Then
the big purple tongue flicks out and, gulp, the moth is gone. I can’t believe it! The trainers aren’t taking a walk. They’re hunting. Hunting for things to eat. My brother’s trainers are carnivorous! They’re very good
hunters. They guzzle
everything in sight. A shiny
black
beetle
trundles across the grass. He doesn’t stand a chance. Flick goes the lace and he’s dragged into the trainer’s purple throat. Crunch, crunch.