On a cold and nippy night, Fumpsy the bunny went out telling
his wife that he was going to forage for nuts and berries. She looked hard at him,
then at their three starving children.
“Fumpsy, you are the best, you know just what to do, and
when. You come back now, soon as your precious legs can carry you.” His wife
said to him. Fumpsy nodded, and with that hopped off.
The wind blew hard on Fumpsy's neck as he hopped down the
forest trail. He tried his best not to think about those poor little hares he
left behind, and the terrible hunger that was growing inside of him. Snow started
to fall from the heavens on him, and the only thing he could think was, oh
great, now I have to worry about freezing to death. Luckily the snow was light,
and not coming down too fast, so he continued on his journey.
The trees began to thin around him. He came upon a bridge
running over a river. The river was known as the Furrfer, but most of the
animals in the forest called it the privy (mainly due to bears that used it
for, well they just used it, and we can leave it at that).
At this point Fumpsy had no problems with the river, he was
thirsty, the kind of thirst that surpasses ones dignity or even their sense of
hygiene. He started taking in the water in large gulps. The water was
exceptional, well to a truly dehydrated being, any form of libation would be.
Suddenly there was a large crash behind him. Fumpsy spun
around to find a shaking mound of leaves in front of him. He wasn't quite sure
what could be going on. Then he heard a malignant groan come from the pile. He
darted behind the closest tree. Again the moan came. Fumpsy sat shivering
behind the tree. The pile of leaves began to lift and grow.
“Please don't hurt me,” Fumpsy screamed.
“Urrrggg...” could be heard from the mound as it continued to
grow. It was already twice the size of Fumpsy.
“What do you want from me,” Fumpsy managed to croak out
before the sun was eclipsed from his vision by the leaves, which were beginning
to fall off like a stream cascading down a waterfall. The creature turned
towards him, and took a step in his direction.
Fumpsy had no idea what to do. He thought to himself, he
could either run like hell for his life, or... or what, he was too hungry and
tired to do anything. He had no choice. He had to stand up and hold his ground.
At least if he was going to die, he would do it standing tall. His children
would be proud he thought.
The mound made another staggered step in his direction. The leaves
were nearly gone, and Fumpsy could almost make out the creature that was
concealed by the leaves. Fumpsy started to speak, “Wait a minute, I know what
you are, but what is an animal like you doing in this part of the...” when the
creature interjected.
-V-
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