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DNA Memory
By
RD Larson



He slowly crept forward with his claws clinging to the edge of the log. His eyes searched the darkness for prey. Sounds of the night -- the rustle of birds settling down and the faint crackle of small rodents making bed nests -- caused him to flicker his pointed ears. His teeth instinctively chewed at nothing but the desire for sustenance. Then his gut rolled in hunger as he scented something. As the trees were cut down, the deer wander far away as the houses grew closer and more numerous. His crouch became a crawl as he inched forward with nostrils flaring to catch the tempting smell. Peering from the bushes, the young dingo eyed the child playing near the porch. An easy kill. His hunger burned him. His sunken frame barely kept him alive. Yet as he watched the child, he wavered. Some innate fear stilled his attack. A DNA memory of cave fires made him turn away in search of the goat he saw in the afternoon.