"My mother gave it to me." it was an honest reply. "It was my father's before me, and his father's. I am eighth to bear the name Hannibal."

The little bug tried to skitter away, and Hannibal edged himself forward on his belly to try to get to it. He attempted to catch it with his mouth, but found that the bug moved too fast for it.

He watched it move along the grass, unsure of why he was so interested in it. It was just an every day insect, but he felt as if he must have it. Must chase it.