Chaos in a Cupcake

Wendigo was delighted by the amount of pops and cracks the log was making now. If that noise and the bark popping off was any indicator he was getting close. The trick would be to get every last hop out of the log and then to leap off right before it fell into the chasm below. A simple, but, in Wendigo's opinion, surefire way to test anyone's skill. The jumper had to be able to read the log otherwise they were just gonna die.

Sensing the end was near, he slowed down considerably and stopped humming so he could concentrate better. Hop. A delightfully big crack caused the log to bow and Wendigo to squeal softly. This was it. Could he get one more out of it? He bent his legs and lashed his tail from side to side to psych himself up...and then he jumped.

Teeth were suddenly on him and he went flying upwards. With a happy squeal Wendigo threw out his arms to fly, but the ride was too short and he only got a half flap in before the ride was over and he was suddenly on the ground. Fully expecting the snatcher to be his mother, he whipped around and- oh hey that was not mom, just some random strange man he'd never met before. Oh well. "Yeah! Maybe dead is fun! Napping all the time, getting eaten, stinking. Maybe you can feel the maggots in your eyes." He wiggled his paws in front of his eyes for effect.