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// Chapter Seven - Out of the Forest 
// Story: The Dash and the Furry-ous 
// by UniqueSKD 
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Wile E staggered in the direction of the smoke, hoping he would find somebody, anybody, who might be able to help him with his injuries, preferably someone capable of realigning a few dislocated bones and stitching up a lot of bear claw wounds. Thank goodness I don't have to worry about blood loss, Wile E thought to himself. Otherwise this story would have to change its rating to Teen. Wait, what am i even thinking about? Maybe it's a concussion coming on.

Wile E continued limping towards the smoke's direction for a couple more minutes until he saw an opening in the trees ahead of him. That must be the way out of this stupid place! Wile E smiled. Things suddenly seemed hopeful for the battered coyote, and so he wasted no time and hobbled as quickly as he could, not wanting to spend another minute in this blasted forest. 

When he reached the opening, Wile E saw a small cottage near a small little river. The smoke he had seen puffed from out of the chimney. Good. That means there's someone living here. Wile E painfully made his way towards the cottage, crossing over the small bridge and up to the door. BEARing the pain as he lifted his arm, he knocked on the door. 

No answer.

Wile E frowned. He knocked again.

No answer again.

Wile E started to grind his teeth together. Oh, do not do this to me right now, he growled in his thoughts. Suddenly, his ears perked up as he heard a melodic humming coming from somewhere. Maybe around the back of the house, perhaps?

Wile E walked around the side of the house, following the sound of the humming. On the other side of a little fence before him, he saw a little yellow horse with wings throwing bird feed on the ground in front what appeared to be a chicken coop , this assumption confirmed as a bunch of hens came out to feast upon the feed.

And what a lovely tasty looking bunch of hens they were. Wile E smacked his lips hungrily. 

Well, I haven't had a bite to eat since I got here. And that pony doesn't look much of a threat whatsoever. Dinner's practically presenting itself to me right here! Rubbing his paws together with renewed glee, Wile E quietly climbed over the wooden fencing, and began to tip toe up behind the little mare.

She was so occupied with feeding the hens and humming to herself that she had no idea of the starving and slightly bleeding coyote creeping up on her. Likewise, the hens were too busy pecking away at their feed to notice him and alert the mare with panicked squawks.

There is no way this can go wrong, Wile E confidently cackled to himself as he closed in on the unsuspecting mare. What could possibly ruin this moment? As he stood right behind the little winged mare now, he loomed over her with his arms stretched wide, taking his blooming time to grab the unaware creature for some reason.

Then something out of the corner of his eye made Wile E turn his head to the side, and the color just drained from his body leaving him completely white and dead in his tracks. Oh...there's a bear...drinking tea with a bunch of birds...but still a big bear...okay, probably in my best interests right now to start leaving. 

Fortunately the old grizzly didn't seem to have noticed the coyote's presence, an advantage which Wile E was sure to make good use of as he made his quiet retreat back to the wooden fence. However, had his eyes not been fixated on the hulking grizzly bear as he was backing up away from the blissfully unaware pony, Wile E could have avoided stepping on the rake behind him. 

The coyote felt the wooden handle whack the back of his head before he even realized his mistake, and a second later the world began to spin around him as everything faded to black, the sound of a surprised gasp being the last he heard.