Foxob - Run Run!
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Under a golden sunrise, a russet-furred fox darted between rows of weathered fence posts—weaving through snarling chickens and snapping geese, its breath ragged as it lunged toward a sunlit strawberry patch. Claws scrabbled against packed earth, dirt flying in its wake, as the farm’s bristling hound gave chase with thunderous barks. The fox’s ears flattened, muscles coiled—a heartbeat’s pause—before it vaulted over a rusted watering can, teeth sinking into the fattest berry at the edge of the field. Shadows of wings loomed as crows dive-bombed from above, but the creature twisted mid-stride—a flash of white-tipped tail—vanishing into the tall grass with its juicy prize clutched in its jaws.
