Laying down on the couch. Your dog, sitting on top of the couch so it could look out the window, leaps down like it has done so many times before. This time it lands right on your face, the moment you were looking up to see where it was going. The full weight of the animal crunches down on your jaw. No time to scream, or do anything. Your own teeth tear through your tongue. You hastily sit up as to not drown in the blood pooling into your mouth. The fleshy pink blob is now sitting wet, and stained with blood on the carpet.

a griffin flying through ur walls and eating all ur food.