Hopscotch

It's the first cold day of fall, the leaves are turning and the townsfolk are busy. The grownups have retreated to the woods, leaving the children alone to play. Lines are drawn on the empty street and out come the jump ropes. A fierce game of hopscotch ignites and they chant.

The Beast is feeding;
Feed it! Feed it!
The Beast is seeding;
Feed it! Feed it!
The Beast is needing;
Feed it! Feed it!
The Beast, The Beast, The Beast