Silliness!
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A flash of movement. A blur of grey. These were the only warnings the fox received before the wolf struck. Air was forced from the little fox’s lungs as the predator’s grip tightened like a vice. Unable to resist, the fox was trapped as the wolf lowered its muzzle and opened a mouth lined with razor-sharp fangs. Fate would not be kind, for from the wolf’s maw came a sound that could freeze blood.
“Eeeee!!” The wolf squealed happily. “So cuuuute!”
The fox gagged and gasped for air as the wolf hugged tighter. Incapable to escape or to even yip in protest, the fox was left to the wolf’s mercy. Even if, by some miracle, the fox could escape, there would always be another ready to strike at him. Such was the way of nature’s cruel and unending cycle.
