“Or we fight for scraps,” growled Fox.
That night, they ate a thin but honest stew. Badger gave Lala the first bowl. She didn’t grab it. She bowed her head and said, “Thank you.” lala wicked weasel
As night fell, the animals gathered around a small fire. They divided the apples into tiny slivers. Even Fox shared a piece of dried meat. Lala watched from the edge of the darkness, her stomach aching. “Or we fight for scraps,” growled Fox