The Quest for Freedom

Prologue
The small lobster scuttled out of its crevice in the rocks. It sensed pollution in the air. Snap, snap, went its claws, and rose into the sandy shore. "Hello?" it called, coming closer to the edge of the beach. "I said, hello?" called the lobster again, snapping its claws louder. "Stop," said a fox suddenly. The lobster stared up at the larger creature above him. The fox was pure black, with streaks of red painted on its back. He had amber eyes, and wore a neon bow on his back, explorer shoes on his paws. "Bates...?" said the lobster, backing away. Please, don't pollute the ocean. Please, this is my life you are ending." The fox, now known as Bates, made a half-cough noise, trying to hide a snigger. "Sorry lobster, I can't stop myself after what you've done to me." replied Bates, showing his paw, which had a deep cut on it, but was beginning to crust. He said lobster like it was some disgusting dirty word. "It just starting crusting, but it happened a month ago, you dirty beast." he snarled, getting his bow ready.

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