FOX I watched the leaves float to the ground I listened, yet I heard no sound I hesitated to catch my breath I thought I might be close to death I could see the hound was not far back I knew he was about to attack I tried to speed up, I ran and I ran Until I tripped over an old rusty can I looked down at my foot it was bleeding and sore I limped until I could not move anymore Lucky for me the hound was gone So I laid down and slept there until it was dawn I got up at dawn and limped to a river Just looking at it made me shiver I put my foot in to wash my cut When I looked up I spotted a hut Beside the hut I saw a chicken pen I glued my eyes on a large feathered hen. I limped my way towards the large bird I went quietly so I would not be heard I chased the large bird around the pen Until I caught the large feathered hen I almost took a bite, but then set it free Because I had remembered it could have been me. © by Mandy Dobson © ----1995(age-11 years)
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