Escaping Bambi
But my optimism was dwindling.
Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!”
The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides.
As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust.
“VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.
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