Stewed in mineral-rich liquid, surrounded by constant heat, the offspring moved. Connected to siblings, the mass swayed in time with subaquatic currents.
The male, possibly the father, spotted the motion. Straightening angled legs, he crept close, stalking, cautiously watching.
Uncomfortable in confinement, the young stretched.
Surging with lightning speed, the adult tasted satisfaction. He checked his surroundings. Distraction can be perilous. Taking the opportunity, he feasted.
When he left, a few offspring remained.
She registered the theft immediately. These things happen. Inspecting what remained, she knew she still had a job to do.
This tiny tale was written to go along with a recipe blog post about Mexican Tomatillo and Epazote Sauce & Herb Broth Poached Eggs.