Small little Jean, Was told not to scream, When ever he stepped into the forest.
But of course he did, And thats when he summ-
"The rest is missing." said Don, a hndsome male Wildcat. "Where could it be?" asked Lo, his pretty female counterpart. "No clue. And thats the only trace of him we have." They were on a mission to find the amazingly dense poet who left into the forest in the middle of the night. He was last heard screaming like a banshiee. "So were looking for someone with no clues what so ever." Lo lamented. "Good. Just great." Lo was discouraged. It had been 3 days and they still haden't found a thing. "Were bound to find something soon." said the slightly more optumistic Don. "Well I give up!" screamed Lo, and she left the camp. "Oh good." mumbled Don.
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The next night Don was even father into the forest. He was finding specks of blood too."Well she shouldn't have left so soon." he said aloud to the night. Speaking aloud made him feel better. Suddenly he heard a crackling behind him. As he turned to look he saw a huge paw dart out of his sight. He scremed softly. That made the beast angry, and it lunged at him. The last thing Don ever saw was the eyes.....
like ice.