Take a Break

The strongest and fastest hound manages to keep pace with you. Gradually he Catches up. Just as he is about to grab hold of your furry tail when you take off like a jet engine. The hounds nearly trip over themselves when their jaws drop watching you speed away over the horizon.

When you think you are safe from danger you stop to catch your breath. You laugh hysterically at your deed. Having tested out your abilities as a toon you feel pretty good about yourself.

Your stomach soon begins to growl. All this running has really made you hungry. Using your keen sense of smell you follow your nose to...

Written by Foxcat

A Tree?
I smell chicken!

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