Randolph hurls one of his enormous fists into the water and takes hold of one of the larger, slower fish. He excitedly gulps it down without even stopping to chew, and turns his head back down to catch another one of his fish friends. “Oh nooo!” Randolph wails as he catches a glimpse of the bright-tailed fish hurrying off into the protection of deeper water, “Me scared them!” Randolph is all alone once again, and stares solemnly down at his reflection in the water.
As Randolph looks over his reflection, he runs his large, rocky hands over his bulky stone shoulders and sighs, “Me very big. Me size of big rock!” Randolph’s eyes then go up to his face, which he had previously forgotten the look of. “Scary,” he whispers as he notices his piercing yellow eyes and his full set of sharp teeth, “very scary.” As Randolph looks over his face in the water, his thoughts are once again interrupted by another loud stomach growl. He begins to think about the two tasty looking girls who escaped him this morning, and how the rest of the fish got away, too. Randolph realized that if he ever wanted a full stomach, he’d need to find a better approach to catching his food.
“Me no good. Need new plan,” Randolph sighs, scratching his cold, stone head. “Try more sneaking,” Randolph says as he rises to his feet to practice tip-toeing. But as he soon realized, his stone feet were far too heavy, and made a sure thud with each step he took. “Me not sneaky. Me need to try something else,” Randolph grumbled, as he sat to ponder other ways to improve his hunt. “Crawl maybe?” Randolph asked himself excitedly as he dropped to his stomach to army crawl. But much to his dismay, Randolph’s heavy torso did not slide smoothly over the terrain. With each inch he advanced, leaves and twigs crunched and snapped noisily under his weight. “Ohhh,” he whined as he stood up again, picking the crushed leaves from his rocky crevasses, “me not sneaky, and me loud. Me need something else!” It was then when Randolph noticed tiny little pebbles around his feet.