by Emily Barker

Created on: November 24, 2008

The sharpening of claws could be heard in the woods

As the creature reached high it knew that it should

Stretch out its body to wake itself right

To make sure it was ready for the forthcoming fight

Promised to him by the mischievous fox

Who lived in the city and slept in a box

But the monster knew it was only a trick

He knew they intended to just take the mick.

And as the other creatures flocked

They would see the scene and be frightfully shocked

By his hideous body and gruesome face

But he would show them all. His excellent grace.

And with a lunge and a dash and a fabulous mace

The opponent for sure would be out of the race.

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