As peckish thoughts of more breakfast items pass through your mind, you'd suddenly have a realization that practically leaves your mouth watering. A short walks away from the stables were your families berry orchard that grew the sweetest little treats, however your pa & ma usually kepted your chores in order to keep you away from tasks in the orchard, 'cause they knew you'd always try to sneak one, two or a few dozen down your gullet during gathering session. Most be in a real spot of luck, 'cause not only are the berries ripe as ever this time of year, but them & the farm are all yours with your parents gone!
With a preemptive lick of your lips as you could practically already taste the sweet yet simultaneously savory taste of those delectable orbs of fruity flesh, you'd make your way down to the farm's orchard forgoing doing your trivial chores 'till later in the day. It's been so long since you've been "allowed" on those grounds all by your lonesome, but the second you step into the lot filled with several rows of vibrantly colored berry bushes, you'd be hit by a firmiler smell that seemed to make your stomach growl. You'd rush to, absolutely tearing away at the first Bush of the lot as you grabbed at fist full of those delightful berries to munch at as you didn't care for the thorns getting stuck to your hands. As you greedily gulped down the whole fist full of berries in a matter of seconds, you'd have the realization that you left that bush in a state that was obviously desecrated by "something" & the blame of it would obviously be levied your way if the whole orchard was left like that! With that slight realization of error made, you'd decide that no one would notice if a few berries were pulled free from a bush filled with dozens of 'em, so that's exactly what you did, going down each row of berry bushes & taking only the plumpest of berries for yourself.
Half an hour or so into your devious gathering & face stuffing, you'd be nearly done with the third row of bushes when you notice a vibrant flash of orange in the corner of your eye. Looking over, you'd notice a rather plump fox struggling to get at the berries on a bush as he seemingly didn't want to get impaled by thornes on his snout. The thing was honestly quite adorable with his big round gut & inquisitive yet fruitless attempts to get at those berries without getting pricked by thornes, it made you almost wanna help the critter out if not share a treat with him. However, you knew well enough that foxes were the bane of your father's efforts on the farm as they undid all his hard work in one dining session & with the fox's plump physique, it was obvious this one was the very pest your father loathed so much. Well, was it time to try & make your father proud by chasing the thing off or possibly even catching it, or would you share your harvest with the cute lil' thing? Either way, it hasn't spotted you yet...
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