Change of Plans

Molly ran over to one of the empty stalls that wasn't crushed yet. Looking around frantically, she grabbed three large steaks hanging by hooks. She turned to face the beast, but as she saw it, her eyes fell down.
"What should we do to get it in there?" Molly asked.
Max shrugged. "Um... I don't know. I could jump up there again? Or maybe we could try to toss it in his mouth? And either way, would three of them be enough? It might distract him for a sec but I don't think so?"
"Um... yeah..." Molly closed her eyes and thought. "We could never throw these things and I wouldn't want you to climb up there, that'd be dangerous, but maybe if we let it see a bunch of food it will eat it of it's own accord? Here." She held out the meat to Max who reluctantly took it. Molly grabbed a large blanket and two more steaks. "Over there. We should make a pile."
Max though for a moment then nodded. "Ah, I see. It should work either way. Just the sight of it if it's large enough should be able to get a distraction. Though I might still climb up that thing, you know."
Molly sighed and shook her head. "It's your choice."

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