Microfiction Draft: Shimmering Reptile

The painter went into the wilderness seeking the Shimmering Reptile. He used their scaly coat the way other painters used gold leaf. He had never had so much success hunting these creatures as he did that day, and filled his canvas bag to the brink with their smashed bodies--he used a club. He found the bag heavy. He put it down and went off to hunt more reptiles. He would come back to deposits the dead in the sack.

The sky darkened with storm clouds, and thunder rumbled. It was dangerous to be in the wilderness when it rained. The ground was likely to flood. He couldn't move the bag quickly. It started to rain. He couldn't move fast enough. He wouldn't leave his bag. The water poured down and washed him and his sack away.