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The Forest Awakens

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A haze of pale tranclucent light shone through the crumbling dirt opening of the small hidden hole in the ground. The murmuring of the leaves translated the beginning of spring has begun in the forest. I pulled myself out of my den, shaking off my sleek auburn coat with the clean white tipped fur at the end of my nimble paws that stepped lightly on the radiant crystalline melting snow and swishing tail that followed neatly behind me. The snow covered the slightly greening field of grass in large sporadic sheets. Soft warm air flowed gently through my thick winter coat, pushing out the excess soil.

To my convenience, the blithe sound of paws padding across the crisp patches of snow on the forest floor reached my white tipped ears, causing the everlasting grin on my vulpine muzzle to stretch into a large crazed diligent smile. I silently crept over to the shadow safety haven of the bitter elder berry bushes. I smirked deviously as a plan began weaving itself in my head. I picked up a stray river stone with my teeth and flung it across the field where it landed heavily on the trunk of a bicentennial hickory tree that governed the forest where the stone fell hollowly onto the ground where it left a resonating thunk to echo across the grassy clearing, scaring the now overly alert and tense rabbit, causing it to run straight towards my awaiting jaws, ready to snap down onto its juicy flank. Its eyes widened immensely when I lept out of the frosty bushes, realizing it was my first meal of the spring. I sank my teeth greedily into its squirming body, taking immense joy in the frantic reets that were slowly but surely dying out. I placed my white paws down onto either side of its body and tore a meaty chunk out of its flank. I devoured the rest of my meal in satisfaction, staring proudly down at the mangled corpse.

Licking my muzzle, I trotted over to the partially frozen stream and dipped my scarlet muzzle into the cold rigid water, washing off most of the rabbit blood and lapping up the cold snow melted H20.

Behind  me, a deep trilling hoot sounded out on an Elder Oak tree, "You know you're a really tricky little blighter aren't you? You know that poor rabbit had a family you acrophobic scoundrel?"

I growled, my patience and tolerance for the old barn owl growing thin conveying through my annoyance laced voice, "Don't they all? They breed like you eat rats, ya old coot."

I smiled wider as my furry white tipped tail swished back and forth happily when the owl flew away grumbling scathingly about moronic antagonizing vulpine tricksters. I trotted off to go play with those dogs by the farm, they were always so fun to mess with.
I made this in 6th grade for a project, I was going through my old notebooks and found it~ I loved this story, surprised I haven't published it earlier
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