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I walked through the great open sahara, my fluffy paws making small footprints in the sand. I was a Mongoose, a small creature, indeed, but I still ate poisonous cobras. All I could see is rock and sand for miles, a dead bush every now and then. It might seem like a sad, desolate wasteland to you, but to me, it’s home. My ruffled fur blew in the warm winds as the warm sun set. A bird flew by, it’s wings flapping to create a lift. All was good with my life, and I wanted to keep it that way. I was never a thrill seeker. I wanted my life to be simple. And my life was simple. Just sleep, play, hunt, eat, repeat. That’s all I wanted, that’s all I got. I was looking for something, a snake. I sniffed around, looking for the slithery reptile.Then…found it!! A King Cobra, It perked up and hissed, and we stared at each other for a while. I was the first one to make a move, I lept up and grabbed it by the neck, and bit down hard. The cobra whipped me with it’s tail and made me let go. It was tired already, so I tried to swat it down, but it bit my paw. I lept over its head and attacked from behind. Bite, swat, scratch, dodge, bite, swat ,scratch, dodge. Eventually, the snake tired out. I bit the snake again, and dinner was served. It actually tasted pretty good, compared to mice and sand. Yep, when times were tough, I ate sand. Now let’s not talk about that again. After dinner, I went to bed. The sun would rise in a couple hours anyways, and I needed to be ready, I would go on another hunt at sunset.
When I woke up, the little bit of wind blowing into my borrow felt different, it felt abnormally cold. I peeked my head out of the hole, and the sahara was even more empty then it was before, and the sound of birds had disappeared. The smells of mice, and even humans were gone. I had no idea what had happened, all I knew was that it was bad. I sniffed around even more, hoping that I could smell some kind of life, but I couldn’t. Everything was gone. My simple life, snakes, even the little dead bushes that I would sometimes play with. It was just sand and me. These were desperate times, I put my snout down into the sand, and ate it. It was gross, but it was either that, or starve. Sand was better then starving, so there we go. What is it that humans say…ummmmm…oh! I had to pick my poison, and that was eating dirty sand. I kept walking, hoping to see some sort of dead bush or even a bug. As I kept walking, I realised the sun was bluish looking. I shook it off and kept going. I, honestly, was scared. Every foot I walked my heart beat a little faster, and my stomach turned a little more. Not because of bloody stuff,
