Twisted Yarn

Darkness.
The smattering of raindrops attacking him relentlessly.
And all Jeremy could do was lay in the pool of his own Quiznos' sick.
Lay there in the darkness.
Lay there, unaware of the footsteps making their way into the clearing.
What he heard next trailed off until he was completely unconscious.
The sickening sound of bones and flesh being mangled, possibly eaten.
It was a grotesque sound of splatter and dripping.....
Being wet in the face and having something nudging him back to the waking world, Jeremy painfully pried open his squinted eyes.
Something was attacking his face violently. It was soft and wet.
Buddy was licking his owner's face.
Jeremy slowly rose up and Buddy backed away.
The boy looked around his surroundings groggily and quickly stumbled back on all fours in terror.
The entire bovine carcass was gone!
All that was left from it, was the crimson dirt that once lay under it...
Jeremy managed to get to his feet, smacked buddy on the hindquarters, and ran as fast as he could back to the farmhouse, in the clear light of day.