William shook himself free of Aunty Jenny’s grasp and made for the wilderness. The breeze of wind blew his hair and the song of the birds welcomed him. Suddenly he saw a gaping hole in the earth below a tree, some long pointy noses struck the surface. The noses belonged to foxes. Baby foxes.
They were pushing through the earth in a desperate attempt to get to the surface. They flicked their fiery red fur and looked around. They started playing with a diminutive shrew. Then their mother emerged from the ground. As quick as a flash William hid behind a tree and prayed that he had not been seen.
to f oxes. Baby foxes.
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Very good. I really liked your use of adjectives, and pace of story. Well done
I like yours a lot.