Today started off with 14 thinking he had come to the end of the road. Everyone was standing just as he came out of his burrow; he glanced around, gave a sort of 'ho hum...if everyone is doing it, I might as well' look, and almost got flattened by the charging pronghorn that everyone else was looking at. He panickly lunged for his burrow just as the second one cleared the sage and narrowly missed stepping on him. The pathetic thing was that neither of them noticed him, as the pursuer was trying to kill the flee-er. Not one to take unnecessary chances, he was not seen the rest of the day.
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