Sunlight dappled the park bench, warming the November air and holding two chattering mothers in its pleasant gaze.
A soft chitinous skittering below the bench went unnoticed - a creature, maybe four inches long, paused, quivering, drawn to the sound of their conversation.
It had no obvious front or back, being composed almost entirely of small, motile ears. Each soft auricular whorl searched a different direction, funnelling the sounds of the surrounding park.
Slender legs covered in sensitive bristles protruded between the pink cartilaginous flesh; rising and falling in time with the sibilance in their speech.
The ears undulated slowly, absorbing the conversation as it flowed from one side of the bench and back. An aural anemone trapping their conversation for later digestion.
A cloud traipsed across the sun. The women moved off, and the creature returned silently to its host.
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