-Chapter 5-
Drifting
Fox was already 100 yards high, but for some reason he was not startled. He calmly looked around his chest and saw brownish raggedy skin, and sharp claws. He slowly looked up and saw feathers, thousands of feathers. Fox was trying to figure out how to get down without falling to his death. He had two choices to get down to land, somehow get on top to fly the hawk, or wait until the hawk would fly over water so he could drop. He would rather not wait until the hawk would fly over water. So he tried replacing his backpack with his body so the hawk wouldn't notice him getting out. After five minutes of trying to slyly getting out, he was climbing on top of the hawk. All of a sudden the hawk jerked to the side. Fox was hanging by a feather.
Fox was now hanging of a feather, he was slipping off it. He didn't want to stick his claw into the hawk because then he would notice him outside his claws. So he decided to let go. He was just falling, thinking of absolutely nothing. He was thousands of feet above the ground, there was no possible chance of him surviving. He couldn't see the ground yet, but he did not want to because that would remind him of death. After passing the clouds the ground was closing in real quick. He shed a tear, and closed his eyes.
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