As the peaceful forest slumber for the night the sneaky fox sets to hunt. He is famished and weak, for three nights he haven’t fed on anything but stolen fruits from a nearby bear den. The weak fox creep the dark forest with calculated strides, patiently look for a prey that will be easy for him to catch. As he walk he heard a sound of a rustling bush nearby, he quietly wen to the bush and slowly peeked what causes the noise. His silver eyes widened as he witness a white rabbit glimmering from the light of the moon. The rabbit was wounded and will not be able to hop to save his life.
The fox watches as the silently endure the pain that his wounded foot is causing. The fox quietly went behind the rabbit, he’s calculating his moves to not cause any noise. As he took his last step and open
