Sure thats okay! This is (almost) me first time to.
Slog barracks tha Crsosh dident know about in his hunding grounds?, o well. THere hast to be a good reason.
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Crosh thought he heard a breathing sound. He crouched, all his senses were complaeatly allert. It became quiet again.
*CRACK!*
Crosh spun around. Nothing. Then he smelled a faint oter of swet.
He crept around the spot he heard the cracking sound to avoid whatever it was. Then he heard gunfire. Crosh sprung and lept up to a branch and climed up. He saw some drunk sligs shoting at birds. "Sligs?" There were some sloghuts and a quickly essembeled bar. Hm. Then a slog came runnig and jumped up as far as it could, and barked. Crosh fell out of the tree, in the suprising barking. He fell on a slig. And the slog was gone. He was laying on the slig (Red) and threatend him not to make any moves. Then the slog came back, barking as mad. Jumped towards Crosh, and Croshed blocked. Now the slig and the slog had Croshed pinned instead.
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