The sun floated across the sky as dragons and mushroom critters flew in and out of the fantasy forest. Kri crouched, ready to spring at the rabbit. Her orange fox pelt gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. A single leap, a crack, and the rabbit was dead. Kri trotted toward her den with the spotted rabbit in her jaws and a satisfied smile on her face. “Nice job Kri.” Said her father in the shadows. Sa...