The little fish swam rapidly, but the Leviathan Varmint was no rodent on the run. Clever as a rat trap and twice as crafty, the beast had learned that patience was the most tried-and-gnawed hunting strategy. With hollow eyes and an even hollower stomach, he lumbered out of his cave in search of a light snack. He crept into the shallows, where the little fish thought themselves safely out of depth…