Romans & histoires Laughing Fox

And I started to laugh. It was a shaky, hysterical laugh. I hadn’t thought I had more tears, but they started to well in my eyes again as I laughed so hard, I couldn’t breathe. My sides hurt, and I fell onto the ground, shaking. “Is she high?” the other wolf spoke, disgusted. “Let’s just get rid of her now. We don’t want her to say anything in town.” “Nobody will believe her,” the first wolf said. It got closer, sniffing me. Its nose tickled, and I started laughing even harder, hands holding my head like I was struggling to keep it on straight.