The claws of hunger

Rustle in the grass, temptation is high and its now or never. Hunger pushed the rodent out of its den. A low pitch howl breaks the night and orange eyes burn the darkness dumbfounding the mouse. A strong wind and sharp claws steal the last breath. The hunger has ended.

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