The Last Wish

"What's your final wish, little bunny?" the sly fox grinned, his eyes gleaming. He had finally caught the clever rabbit he'd been chasing all day.

The rabbit, though scared, took a deep breath. "Please, Mr. Fox," he squeaked, "just let me count to a hundred, perfectly, without any mistakes. That's all I ask."

The fox blinked, surprised. "Count to a hundred? That's your last wish? Well, alright then! It's not like you're going anywhere. Start counting!"

"One," the rabbit began, his voice trembling slightly. "Two... three..."

He paused, his eyes darting around. "Four, five, six..." He was counting slowly, carefully. Each number was like a tiny hop, and he was trying his best not to stumble.

The fox, meanwhile, started to get a little bored. He yawned, stretched, and twitched his tail. "Seven, eight, nine... come on, bunny, hurry up!" he grumbled.

The rabbit continued, "Ten, eleven, twelve..." He imagined each number as a juicy carrot, lined up perfectly. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen..." He imagined tiny butterflies fluttering with each number.

The fox was now pacing back and forth, tapping his foot. "Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two... are you almost done?" he asked impatiently.

"Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five..." the rabbit said, his voice growing a little stronger. He was starting to feel a bit more confident. He knew that the longer he counted, the longer he had.

"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two..." He pictured each number as a colorful balloon, rising higher and higher. "Forty, forty-one, forty-two..." He thought of each number as a playful raindrop, pattering down.

The fox was now starting to get really restless. He kept looking at the sun, which was slowly sinking below the horizon. "Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two..." the rabbit continued, his voice steady.

As the rabbit counted higher, the fox's patience wore thinner and thinner. He began to fidget and look around, and then he noticed something. It was dusk, and the fox families were returning to their dens. The fox now wanted to get home.

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" the rabbit finished, his voice ringing out clearly.

"Alright, alright," the fox said, a little flustered. "You counted. Now, I have to go, I am late." The fox then ran away. The rabbit watched him go, then hopped away quickly in the opposite direction.

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