“I must confess, I’ve never had someone respond to the news that they were going to be eaten quite like you before.”

Ana furrowed her brow slightly as she gazed upon the mouse standing beside her right hoof. Placing her hands atop her muscular thighs, she then dropped down into a low squat, until she loomed over the albino rodent. His minuscule frame was engulfed by her shadow.

“Whatever do you mean, Miss?” The mouse asked, seemingly genuinely confused.

Ana paused for a moment. She slowly lowered her buttocks onto the floor, eventually coming to a cross-legged seat on the floor.

“I’ll be happy to explain what I mean, but first...”

She reached forward, and gestured for the mouse to hop onto her palm. He did so without hesitation, and was soon lifted up to Ana’s eye level.

“That’s better. Now, as I was saying, Mr...”

“Jonathan, Miss. My name is Jonathan.”

“Well Jonathan, my name is Ana. Pleased to meet you! Now, I hope you won’t mind if I skip the formalities at this point, given how intimately familiar we’ll be getting with each other soon.” Ana’s free hand drifted down towards her belly as she spoke.

“Why I wouldn’t mind at all!” The mouse proclaimed.

“Excellent! Then let’s speak freely, shall we? I’ll start.”

“You see, I’ve consumed enough mice like you to know how your kind reacts to predators. Usually there’s a fair amount of screaming involved, pointless attempts to escape me, that kind of thIng.

Ana absentmindedly drummed her fingers against the pudge on her midsection