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His stomach rumbled like thunder.

It had been, what? Days since he had last eaten any sort of meat? He had had no luck with finding anything - not even a rabbit or a squirrel, and he had managed to make do with grass even if it had made the boy sick.

Hopefully someone would find him.

Already his legs trembled, and he felt like they would give out at any moments’ notice.

And then, in the blink of an eye, they did.

Slipping on seemingly nothing, the boys eyes shut, and he rumbled, down to the grassy fields.

The only thing that escaped his lips was a soft cry for help. Hopefully someone would hear.

Hopefully a new life would begin.