lunch in the wild

they loved sundays a time for family good food weekend stories and hunting there was a cottontail adored by the wolves they caressed her and gave her a loving home where she could run free and roam it wasn't a problem, she thought it was a simple banter in the wild simple words said in the woods but i tell you it would do no good she was young and naive raised to respect but they were old and wise which she did not expect when she was lost in the woods the little cottontail did not know that they were wolves a predator in the wild and she was their helpless little prey begging them to go away

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