Lark slipped down the stream bank, ready for a drink. He had been working all morning to make a tunnel in the bramble surrounding his den. His pelt was stratched and he had pulled multiple thorns from his pads, but he was pleased with his efforts. It had been worth it. As he lapped up the cold water, he realized that he was also hungry. He sniffed the air, intent on finding a prey scent, but was shocked as water shot up his nose. Lark started coughing violently. He backed away from the edge, slipped on the steep, muddy slope, and plunged into the stream.
(Hope it was okay that I started. I had a nice opening idea!)
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