He decided to start with the pets, they were nice and fat and none of the forest animals would hear about them disappearing. Drool dripped out of boog’s jaws as he thought about the feast awaiting him, he was going to enjoy this.
As he approached the first caravan he found it was locked, a quick smack of his bear claws fixed that problem. He slipped through the open door and sniffed around; his nose told him that his meal was in the next room and it smelt good!
Boog was also getting a distinct smell of human, another thought crept into his mind as he sniffed "why not go for a bigger meal?" he smiled to himself.
