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Buck stalked the forest, rifle out in front, eyes keen on the trail. He'd already had two kills that afternoon, one more and he'd call it a day.
He stepped into a rabbit hole, hidden in the trail, causing him to fall. Looking up, he saw a deer charging him. The animals were fighting back. 55 words
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