As they arrived in the clearing, Hayes and Biggins were certain they had at long last found what they sought.
"We've done it, Biggins!" said Hayes. "We've finally succeeded in tracking the Blobbit's lair by following his nightly call."
"And to think," replied Biggins, "neither you nor I has ever actually seen a Blobbit."
"I'm going to inspect his dwelling place," ventured Hayes, as he cautiously approached the dwelling's entrance and entered.
"No, no, Hayes!" cried Biggins.
It was too late. The entrance closed around Hayes, fully enveloping him.
"Blobbit! Blobbit! Blobbit!"
"Darn it," said Biggins, "another second and I'd have recognized the Blobbit's eyes and mouth! But I'll bet you Friday Fictioneers saw this contrived ending coming a mile away."
Yeah, this is kind of your standard issue "wild creature or alien unexpectedly turns out to eat people" story. I think it's registered as Lame Storyline No. 37A in the annals of "Friday Fictioneer Desperation," last published Feb, 2013.
But what do you want from me? I haven't had my laptop in a week. I'm lucky I still remember how to type! At least you have about 100 other stories to chose from, none of them hopefully mentioning the Blobbit or any fascimile thereof, by clicking here.
"Blobbit! Blobbit! Blobbit!" I gotta say that Hayes was tasty!