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"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," Leveretkit screamed, flailing his paws in a blind panic to try and get the frothing squirrels off of him. Still screaming, he raced past Glosskit with squirrels wrapped around his legs and trailing across the ground and grabbed his bowl of soup. He threw it at the mass of squirrels writhing over the faint shape of his fiancé.
Time slowed. Everywhere, the clearing was filled with the wild, glinting eyes of the vicious squirrels, their jaws parted in snarling, sharp-toothed murder. The soup slowly sailed through the air, spilling out behind it.
"NOOOOOO!" Glosskit dived in slow motion towards Leveretkit, then sailed right past him and landed in front of the soup instead. "Leveretkit, they got to the soup! That was our ticket to freedom! We'll never impress the food critic now!" He had forgotten most of the details of what they had been talking about before. "Leveretkit, what're we gonna...Leveretkit? Leveretkit! Are you okay? Open your eyes! I can't marry a corpse!!!"
Leveretkit just lay there, face up to the sky. His paws were crossed over his chest. His eyes were still closed. So peaceful. So serene. Was he breathing? He might have to be put in the ground and the mourners called to lay him to rest.
Glosskit brushed away the tears that threatened to spill onto his cheeks. "Rest in peace, Leveretkit," he whispered, and started digging a big hole in the ground. "Now I have to give you the burial you deserve..."
Leveretkit remained unconscious, or he pretended to remain unconscious.
What was he planning?
What was going on inside his head?
Not much, one might say.
But why might one say that? Why might one be induced to be so cruel? Let us think back to our childhoods.
Our first day of school. Do you remember it?
But that's beside the point.
Leveretkit continued to lie there in silence, his chest hardly rising and falling as his fiancé dug the grave. On the other side of the clearing, the squirrels were massing for a second attack, whispering in low, vicious chitters and casting hateful glances at the two kits - one of them dead, the other weeping as he prepared to bury his fiancé.
