Stephen

“The Coop was empty. Someone took advantage of its emptiness. A small hole existed between two floorboards. Through that hole there slipped a silent, long, long, black nose, and after that a head like a finger pointing: eyes as narrow as needles; a body like black liquid; a tail which came and came and never ceased to slide out of the hole. Dark, smooth, and as quiet as this one was, yet he was no mere shadow. While the crow of grief rolled out over the countryside, Ebenezer Rat crushed and swallowed one more egg.”
― Walter Wangerin Jr., The Book of the Dun Cow