tale wagging

I slink alongside the vignette staying low until I see food. I smell the musty scent on the air and hope the wind doesn't change direction. Slowly I edge forward pointing towards my drabbled prey. I'm close now and pass the Corny Caper, a corn bush. I creep forward, silently waiting for the right moment to attack. I feel the saliva build in my mouth. My heart beats faster. My body tenses. My eyes focus on my victim's neck. I lunge and my prey looks into my eyes. I strike, teeth burying into soft flesh, one lives while another dies. (100 words)