The Fox's nose pushed me back against the tree's gnarled and twisted trunk. His breath stunk of rotten meat and skunk. The Fox's auburn coat was covered in pine resin, twigs and dried clay mud. My little heart beated harder and harder in my chest. Suddenly I hear a roar... a bear roar. The fox whimpered. He shrink away into his den staring into my soul. The bear stepped into the ivy twined clearing. I stared to quiver in fright. He looked around, looking for berries to munch. his nose twitches. He looks at me. I look at him. He roars...