Auburn looked around, somehow everything seemed different. The usual clamour of the spring forest was gone, replaced by an uneasy silence, no twittering birds carrying food to their fledglings, no fussy doe rabbits leading their kittens, their scents smelled musty and old. Panic started to rise in his chest, remembering fearful tales from his cubhood, had he slept through disaster?
He ran to the riverside; his glossy red fur flashing in the sun. It was just like the forest here too; deserted, he looked down at the once clear water of the stream and the crumbling bulrush stalks. The newts and the frogs that usually filled the water were nowhere to be seen, Auburn’s ears pricked as a loud sound penetrated the silent atmosphere.
Suddenly everything made sense, he shrank away as the truth dawned on him; he shot of like a bullet from a pistol, his eyes wide with terror as his paws pounded against the forest floor, his bushy tail rigid with fear, his paws became worn and sore, his heart was thumping hard in his chest, he knew he couldn’t stop, if he wanted his life. Pictures flashing in his head as he recalled the cautioning stories told by his mother. As he reached the edge of the forest he knew his life was through, there was no way of avoiding the deadly clutches of the hunt in the open land. Panting, he collapsed, images flickering past his eyes: horses, humans, dogs. The last thing he saw was ten sets of deadly jaws before life was ripped from his body.
Author : Eleanor Taylor, (12), U.K.

Submitted by Eleanor Taylor and Candice Barrett, (12), (99project01), U.K.

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