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Sly as a Fox
Alone, I've been isolated in the forest I call home. It’s my whole world.
I’ve learned my way around, I know every part.
Soon, I get curious. I inch to the edges of the safe place I call home.
I hear a strange noise, barking. It draws me to the treeline.
As I near, I see a figure beyond the cracks in the trees.
And there stands another, a version of my own reflection. She looks me over, I shy away.
A laugh erupts from her, smile spreading over her cheeks.
I slink away, scared.
She beckons me, challenging me.
I crawl out of the shadows, into the sunlight. I bathe in its warmth, while the reflection of my fur strikes awe into my rival. A calm beauty, it distracts her.
Quickly! I think, as I rush her. I plan my attacks, landing blow after blow until she lays in defeat on the ground.
And she says to me, “You sly little fox.”
I grin, mocking her from above.
Yet again, I outwitted my opponent despite my shy and introverted shell.
And yet again, I reign victorious in this new world.
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