|Look at that attention to detail. Tail bones and all.|
As he drifted off to sleep that night, stomach full, he heard a rustling and scratching in the chimney. Jerking awake, he saw the red glowing eyes and heard a voice say, "Give me back my taily-poo!"
He jumped out and bed and sicced the dogs on the creature, which scuttled up the chimney. The dogs were gone for a while and when they came back there were only two. He worried about the missing dog, but exhaustion pulled him toward sleep again. It wasn't long before he heard the scratching again and another demand. "Give me back my taily-poo!"
He made the dogs go after the creature once more. But only one returned. The hunter clutched his rifle and waited to see if the creature would come back.
Familiar scratching alerted him to the creature's presence.
"I want my taily-poo!" it shrieked.
"I haven't got your taily-poo!" he shouted.
He told the dog to get it, but the dog ran out the cabin door in fright. The creature crept down the chimney and the hunter was so frightened by the animal with glowing eyes, massive claws, and pointed bobcat ears that he dropped his gun.
A few months went by and the townsfolk realized they hadn't heard anything from the hunter in some time. A group of them went up to his cabin and searched, but there was no sign of him or the dogs. As they headed back to the town, they heard a gleeful voice in the woods singing, "Taily-poo, taily-poo, I got back my taily-poo."
I think the most horrifying part of this story is that disembodied voice in the woods. Eep!