01-02-2019, 11:21 PM
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He dropped the rabbit long enough to say, "That's a bad word!" before taking it back into his mouth and scrambling behind a tree. The wolf he might have stolen the hare from exhaled heavily and followed, though Ollie had already set off to weave between the other trees. Ollie knew he wasn't the fastest kid around, but his parents needed the rabbit, so he had to be- had to be the fastest kid and the smartest, to throw this guy off since his mother and father weren't in any condition to do it themselves.
All they needed was a bit of food, right?
Biting down hard on the hare, he shot into a clearing, heading for the other side -where it didn't smell like so many strange people, where his parents would be- but he was pulled up short by a sudden force yanking backwards. Ollie dropped the rabbit with a startled shout, and a gray paw nudged it out of his reach. "Hey! I need that!"
"So do I." The wolf came into his line of sight, picked up the rabbit, and set off without another word.
"My parents are sick! You gotta help 'em!" There was only a snort, and the stranger kept walking, like he didn't care, like he didn't believe Ollie. Mounting frustration and fear had his eyes burning, his next breath a hiccup, and he scrambled back up to his paws. This place smelled like other people, so maybe he could ask one of them for help? Mind made, he turned away from where his parents were and ran deeper into the trees, and on the other side was a big field. No trees at all.
His throat worked, ears flat against his head. What if they were just like the wolf? What if they didn't want to help? No, no. Ollie couldn't just quit. His parents needed him.
"Is anybody there? I need help! Please, somebody! My parents're sick!"
He dropped the rabbit long enough to say, "That's a bad word!" before taking it back into his mouth and scrambling behind a tree. The wolf he might have stolen the hare from exhaled heavily and followed, though Ollie had already set off to weave between the other trees. Ollie knew he wasn't the fastest kid around, but his parents needed the rabbit, so he had to be- had to be the fastest kid and the smartest, to throw this guy off since his mother and father weren't in any condition to do it themselves.
All they needed was a bit of food, right?
Biting down hard on the hare, he shot into a clearing, heading for the other side -where it didn't smell like so many strange people, where his parents would be- but he was pulled up short by a sudden force yanking backwards. Ollie dropped the rabbit with a startled shout, and a gray paw nudged it out of his reach. "Hey! I need that!"
"So do I." The wolf came into his line of sight, picked up the rabbit, and set off without another word.
"My parents are sick! You gotta help 'em!" There was only a snort, and the stranger kept walking, like he didn't care, like he didn't believe Ollie. Mounting frustration and fear had his eyes burning, his next breath a hiccup, and he scrambled back up to his paws. This place smelled like other people, so maybe he could ask one of them for help? Mind made, he turned away from where his parents were and ran deeper into the trees, and on the other side was a big field. No trees at all.
His throat worked, ears flat against his head. What if they were just like the wolf? What if they didn't want to help? No, no. Ollie couldn't just quit. His parents needed him.
"Is anybody there? I need help! Please, somebody! My parents're sick!"
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OH, I WISH FOR ONCE WE COULD STAY GOLD