What were they eating?

It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and although she was
famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one she didn't want to hear.

The headphones were on. They had been utilized on purpose. She could hear her mom yelling in the
background, but couldn't make out exactly what the yelling was about. That was exactly why she had
put them on. She knew her mom would enter her room at any minute, and she could pretend that
she hadn't heard any of the previous yelling.

It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change his hold on it so
many times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for the life of him, tell whether he
held the sheep right side up, or upside down. But that point was decided for him a moment later by
the animal itself, who, with a sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs that he gave
a grunt of anger and disgust.

He stared out the window at the snowy field. He'd been stuck in the house for close to a month and
his only view of the outside world was through the window. There wasn't much to see. It was mostly
just the field with an occasional bird or small animal who ventured into the field. As he continued to
stare out the window, he wondered how much longer he'd be shackled to the steel bar inside the
house.

If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the face of an intelligent gorilla and the
braincase of a man, you'll have a rough idea of what they looked like -- except for their teeth. The
canines would have fitted better in the face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their wide, thin-
lipped mouths, giving them an expression of ferocity.