Predators of the Wild

by Jack Kang

The sun shone bright in the crystal blue sky. The white puffs sailed through the sky like a canoe across the water. The gentle breeze ckled the branches, making them dance around. Lile Clover strolled through the vine path listening to the rustling as his paws set foot on the leaves. He felt boundless bliss race through his whole body. He had white snow-like fur, so green eyes, and a beaming smile that could shine light into any gloomy place. The fresh aroma brought a new world to the forest, making every animal’s heart pound with joy. Clover paused for a moment to lean down, and bite the sproung p of a clump of grass in a dark corner hidden by a Hosta. A sweet, chewy, juicy crunch led Clover to twirl around the gleaming green grass. But Clover’s imaginaon was taken by a shout.
“Time for breakfast!” the food pigeon called out.
“Coming!” Clover hopped away.
All the forest animals gathered around the huge wooden table, which was adorned with leaves and pebbles. The rabbits in one secon, the deers in another, the squirrels and all the other animals, each in their own secons, with the specialized food they eat. “Mmm, these smell amazing,” everyone sniffed.
“Chomp it down everyone!” the food pigeon called out once more. “Don’t be afraid to ask for seconds!”
Clover, a meculous and hygienic rabbit on the other side, didn't think the food looked or smelled so great.
“Um, sorry to say this but this food is not as fresh as what we had before,” Clover judged. “Did the chefs do something wrong?”
The food pigeon sighed.
“It isn’t the cooks’ fault, the grass in the garden these days has been extremely damaged. We don’t know what’s going on. It has always been so fresh and juicy.” “Hm, that’s really weird, do you think humans have been doing something with our forest?”
“No one knows, they have the power, they have the machines and-”
The food pigeon didn't finish his sentence, and he dropped to the ground. A large thud awoke the birds nesng in the treetops.
“Ahhh!”
Clover glanced around. A shadow with green clothing hid behind a bush. A human, with a gun.
“Everybody, run!” voices yelled at the same me.
Clover sprinted as fast as he could, to hide behind a bush. The squirrels went up the trees, the deers hopped away, and the birds flew into the dark gray sky, once crystal blue. Suddenly, chirps flooded the forest. Hawks have come to kill the birds, just like the light polluon. The squirrels scaered around, to run away from the bears who are climbing the trees, just like the arborists. The deers were surrounded by wolves, just like the substances
contaminang the water, which killed millions of animals already. Clover’s eyes flooded with tears, as he froze there, waing for his death. Lynxes, climate change. Foxes, fires. Wolverines, rock mines. Anything could kill him.