It had not liked it when the big one had pulled the pretty people from the water. He had started thinking of them like this of late but he didn’t know why. He just knew that at one time he had thought of them as people. He did know he liked the way the pretty people’s hair had blown out around her. It would have been a nice trophy down here in his home. Its hair would have floated in the water for a long time making pretty little streams as it floated around the pretty people.
Something from the back of its mind made its way forward and there was the image of another pretty people from long ago. The image was of someone else with long flowing hair but it had been different. It had been dark like the night sky and it also blew out in the wind. This pretty people he remembered smiling and it thought it had been at him. The image made him sad and he didn’t want to remember it. Something bad had hurt that other pretty people and then she wasn’t pretty no more. She had been all dark and ugly. Then he did remember something very clearly. He remembered what happened to that pretty people. She had been burned by the other one. The one he had made his first trophy. Yes he remembered, he hadn’t liked the other pretty one being burned and all that pretty hair gone from her.
The pain this last image brought to the creature was beyond bearable. It let out a roar that could have been heard for miles around the lake.
It sunk back to the depths of the water and moved away from where this other pretty people had almost come to him. He didn’t like the big one. The big one took away something it wanted. The big one had taken away the pretty people and he wanted her back. The pretty people might make the pain stop. She might make the hurting in his head go away.