(2) Fox headed boy

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The Fox moved closer to me. With every step it became more and more fierce.

This Fox had been tame before what as going on?

It had a scroll in its mouth. I reached out to touch it and it snarled at me. I through my bag up to my bag box rack thingy and looked where the Fox was.

It had disappeared. Where had it gone. Is it possible for the Fox to teleport?

No. Well. Mabey. No. It wasn't possible. How could it be? Well many it is. I had moved things with my mind before. Why would this be any different?

"Cause I know how to use my skills," I hear a rough voice say from in my tree.

There sat a fox headed boy, who looked remarkably like me, leaning against my tree.

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