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A small 1 moon old kit left in the forest to fend for herself. Her coat was dark as night and dark grey blue paws, her small dark blue eyes wide with fear. She wailed for her mother to help, she was starving, cold and weak. "Mommy! Mommy! Where you go?" she squeaked.
A fox herd the kits cries and followed the cries, it snarled and drew near.
The kit tuirned around and wailed for help, "Help me anybody! Get away bad doggy!"