The sound of the hounds in races to the fox flick a feeling of dread. That is a fox’s death song and so called heroes riding on a fast horses’ trip for slaughter is not my idea of entertainment. I wear a red hood in the forest so no hunter will shoot me and try to hide from the hunt. Suddenly I hear the fox’s whine and the brawl of dogs fighting over the prey.
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Wordle 702
The Bag Lady 
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