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The autumn air blew as a mighty storm rolled in. It swirled and dazzled as the wind blew the fallen leaves across the soggy ground. A flash of grey shattered the show of leaves at it ran to escape. The animal panted as it ran faster and faster, trying desperately to outrun the beating of the drums. The animals kind feared the sound of this drum for they alll new it meant death, yet he had to survive for the sake of his race. the animal leapt the length of the stream with a single bound studdered as it hit the ground and let out a yelp. Its paw mangled my a broken log the creature limps off into a grotto created by the rains. Hoping the sounds of the drums passed, it sat their waiting and listening.....