Mucus and Eyes Like An Owl lay on their backs and watched the stars slowly cross the sky. Mucus always grumbled that his name really sucked. Eyes Like an Owl liked to point out oozed would be a better adjective. Mucus would punch him in the ribs and Eyes would laugh which pissed Mucus off even more. A low growl emerged from the tree line. “I got a bad feeling about this,” said Eyes. He turned toward Mucus, but Mucus was gone. From far enough away Mucus watched the bear eat Eyes Like an Owl. No one likes eating Mucus.