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in the style of ckpf, In the woods, a fox in robes, Paws aglow, with magic probes, Muttering spells, his whiskers twitch, A flick of fur, a tiny hitch. He calls to the air with a low, deep chant, Hoping the bear would heed his want, The forest stirs, the branches sway, The fox grins wide, it’s time to play. Smoke and fire, the sky does crack, Out from the mist, a shadow back. A mighty roar, a lumbering sound— The bear arrives, paws on the ground. But the fox just blinks, his spell gone wrong, The bear's too big, the fox too strong. With a sigh, he bows, his spell undone, "Next time," he mutters, "I'll summon the sun."