Pet Ginger Alternate Ending
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The male two-leg reached a hand through the bars of the cage, trying to pet Ginger.
“Don’t be scared, little fox,” he cooed. “I’m not going to hurt you.” But the hand he extended smelled of death, and Ginger recoiled from it, letting out a fearful growl as she pressed herself into the deepest corner of the cage. He drew his hand away, his eyes darkening with anger. “Dumb fox,” he muttered under his breath. “I can’t sell a fox as a pet if they don’t respond well to humans.” He spun on his heel and walked out of the room, his heavy footsteps fading. Ginger didn’t remember what the world looked like outside of the concrete walls that surrounded her every day. Sometimes, her dreams would contain faint scents of pine, but they would be quickly forgotten upon awakening. Once upon a time, she knew every inch of the forest like …show more content…
“GINGER! IT’S A TRAP!” He roared, but it was too late. Her paw caught in a snare, and she let out a howl of pain as the jaws of the snare closed in around her leg. The two-leg towered over her, a thick metal stick in his hands.
The last thing she saw was the sneer of the two-leg before everything went black.
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When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a small barred cage barely big enough to be comfortable for an animal her size. The cage was placed in the corner of a dark den, the only source of light coming from a small opening near the top of the den. Boxes were stacked all throughout the room, some almost touching the ceiling. “Axel?” She called out quietly, the scent of her fear filling her nostrils. But there was no answer. Letting out a soft whine, she rested her head on her paws, and closed her eyes. She had almost succumbed to the darkness tugging at her when a loud clang startled her. She leaped to her paws, hitting her head against the top of the cage. She yelped in pain, but was quickly silenced by a low, raspy voice. “Shh, don’t let the no-wing hear
The male two-leg reached a hand through the bars of the cage, trying to pet Ginger.
“Don’t be scared, little fox,” he cooed. “I’m not going to hurt you.” But the hand he extended smelled of death, and Ginger recoiled from it, letting out a fearful growl as she pressed herself into the deepest corner of the cage. He drew his hand away, his eyes darkening with anger. “Dumb fox,” he muttered under his breath. “I can’t sell a fox as a pet if they don’t respond well to humans.” He spun on his heel and walked out of the room, his heavy footsteps fading. Ginger didn’t remember what the world looked like outside of the concrete walls that surrounded her every day. Sometimes, her dreams would contain faint scents of pine, but they would be quickly forgotten upon awakening. Once upon a time, she knew every inch of the forest like …show more content…
“GINGER! IT’S A TRAP!” He roared, but it was too late. Her paw caught in a snare, and she let out a howl of pain as the jaws of the snare closed in around her leg. The two-leg towered over her, a thick metal stick in his hands.
The last thing she saw was the sneer of the two-leg before everything went black.
~~~
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a small barred cage barely big enough to be comfortable for an animal her size. The cage was placed in the corner of a dark den, the only source of light coming from a small opening near the top of the den. Boxes were stacked all throughout the room, some almost touching the ceiling. “Axel?” She called out quietly, the scent of her fear filling her nostrils. But there was no answer. Letting out a soft whine, she rested her head on her paws, and closed her eyes. She had almost succumbed to the darkness tugging at her when a loud clang startled her. She leaped to her paws, hitting her head against the top of the cage. She yelped in pain, but was quickly silenced by a low, raspy voice. “Shh, don’t let the no-wing hear