MINI'S POV

Hi my name is Mini, I'm a hybrid that no one notices. Me and my best friend are looking through a trash can for something to eat. " Brock did you find anything?" I yelled, Brock looked up and shook his head no. The humans are working extra hard to make sure that we have nothing to eat.

Today would be a whole week of us not eating. I'm a red fox, with a bit of white at end of my tail but recently it turned grey from the dirt and trash. My once red fur was turning into a rusted color from the dirt. My friend brock is a eagle but he can't fly at the moment. He was captured and they injured his wing. So he says.

His white feathers are now gray and his talons are now dull but can still hurt anyone if they decide to mess with us.

I continued to go through the trash to see if I can find anything, while my head was in the trash I heard footsteps behind us and I looked to see who it was. whenever I looked I was put into a net and then a bag. The bag closed and I heard squawking, they opened the bag again and they threw Brock in with me. " What's going on? " I asked Brock. The bag was tossed on a hard floor and our heads collided. Soon all known world was gone.