All in how you see things

Thyrus lay on a bed of pine needles in the speckled shadows of the giant pine trees.  The boy seemed focused on a spot farther off in front of him.  To the world, nothing was there but in Thyrus' mind he was watching a fox walking along, searching for its next meal.  He had seen a fox corpse yesterday and now he got to see the actual fox.  IT had one eye left when he’d seen it and Thyrus had eaten the eye later, hoping for just this.  Hoping the eye of the dead would let him see the ghost of it.

The little boy was a tiny thing, with horns on his muzzle, his tail had two sets of spikes growing out of it.  The imaginative pup was perfectly captured in his imagination, paying little attention to what was going on around him.

"Thyrus Mendacium"