[ WP ] Three friends . Four AM . No dialogue

The animals were unusually quiet in this isolated patch of an unnamed wood. No crickets with their cacophonous melody, no owls with their sporadic rhythm. The only sounds were the sometimes quiet scrape of metal on dirt as the shovel monotonously broke the earth and the not so quiet rustling of a large industrial garbage bag. The two figures glanced at each other, seeing only the vague outlines of their silhouettes. It was a knowing glance, and it lasted only a split second. 
 
 The strong one only wondered when his task would be over, for digging a big enough hole was much more effort than he had believed. 
 
 The smart one was trying to figure out the best way tie up with garbage bag that would minimize its exposure to the elements. She was lucky that she could not see what she was wrapping. 
 
 The dead one just lay there, waiting forever for its two friends to finish their task. 
 
 In the distance, something howled.
