The Leech

When I was but a child, I ventured into the little lake thinking I might get a better look at some cattle egrets. They flew away, scared by my presence, and I returned to the shore. Back home, I saw a trail of blood from my feet. It was a cattle leech., now completely engorged with my blood. I ran outside, shook it off, and in a frenzy of rage, beat at it with a broom till all the blood it had stolen from me was now staining the ground. Die, die, I shouted, why won’t you die. The leech, now only a fraction of its former self, merely slipped down the drain.

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