"Heh. That was easy. I got it! It's still alive. It ain't even hurt. Lemme shoot it again." A silence, a loud bang, and a grunt of frustration. "Mah gun's broken."

"Steve, your gun is always broken. Let me try." Another shot heard, but nothing happened. "Well, looks like we got an immortal fox here now!" The creature's face turned pale.

"Clay, that ain't possible." The two odd-looking creatures argued. A butterfly came by.

"Humans, they never let us fly without chasing us," the tiny creature sang. Humans. Droplet didn't like that name at all. These two carried bad, she just knew it. She wondered if there were good humans as the two males attempted to kill her. She smiled wryly. "You can't kill me," she whispered.

Steve and Clay dropped her with a thump to the ground, staring at her open-mouthed. She thought that was pretty funny. Suddenly they sprang up and ran off, screaming. She shook her head. 'What's so odd about a fox talking?' She thought to herself. Trotting happily, she made her way through the reeds. Suddenly, she smelled something. She twitched her nose. It wasn't pleasant at all, a sickly sweet scent of something rotting. She stumbled over a fallen log, and reared in surprise. A humongous... Something was in front if her. It had unnatural straight edges, and a thing sticking out of the top, belching fumes that made her want to run away. Humans were bustling in and out of it, putting small brown boxes into larger things on wheels. Why did everything have to be box-shaped? But it was no longer a sickly sweet scent. It was a sharp scent of metal. She had seen metal before, but not so much. Were they burning it or something? She gagged and turned away. Something had to be wrong. Her throat stung with the toxic fumes. She fled into the forest. Why?