Humans And Why I Forgave Them

Humans And Why I Forgave Them

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'Sometimes humans harm us and sometimes they care for us. Sometimes we harm them and we care for them too.' Tigers, if I had to give them a tag I would say 'endangered'. It is true though. None of us really cared for the Dodo, because we have never seen one walking around. We can't be killing every animal, bird, and insect for showcase purposes. (don't ok boomer me) But seriously, tigers are one of the most beautifully captivating things to step foot on earth. We are even blessed to see them in two colors. But then when we want to preserve this beauty, we should just let them live their life in their natural habitat, not shoot and hang them up on walls. 'Humans And Why I Forgave Them' is all about forgiving, forgetting and moving on. But not by a thirteen-year-old rediscovering herself, but by another species. Another one that is more tan and stripey than your average leopard.
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It's dangerous to leave fire going while leaving camp. But some people just don't care, why come camp out in the woods in the first place? Whatever the answer is, I hope you're happy. A mystical forest is said to hold spirits of the ancient animals that once lived there, many creatures roam the forest. Some humans wish to see said beings, though they never are able to. Said for one family who decided to try and ended up with nothing, they didn't think about putting out their campfire. A young fox happened to roam where they had just left, seeing the red and orange flames dance in the blackened wood. It got closer and closer, not knowing the dangers. A simple pop and the poor baby fox's fur was set to flames, or ran frantically to get them to go away, but its efforts weren't enough, it simply burned to death, turning into ashes. It's soup now roams the forest, its body made entirely of flames, see as its journey takes him much farther than anticipated. What will come of this young fox? Will it accept its knew life or become impure like the Unrien, darkened souls that leak dangers during the night.

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