Second Place
Bizzly's tale:
This tale begins with no ordinary bear, and this is no ordinary night. After all, this day is October 31st, AKA All Hallow's Eve.
Our bear, "Fuzzy," whose unmatched size and ferocity, strikes fear in the hearts of the bravest. It's easy to understand why. Fuzzy takes pride in his size, ferocity, and, most of all, his fur and claws (as all frightening and ferocious bears do). You see, Fuzzy's pelt is the thickest and the furriest of all pelts. What great defense he has! His claws, the coldest, sharpest, and steeliest of all claws, have slain many worthy and fearsome opponents. Oh, the misery they inflict!
While expanding his otherwise vast territory, Fuzzy discovers a strange forked path. Curious, he is. This path is not too far from his den, which lay deep within the forest of the outer Wastelands. This path lures him into four possible directions:
In one direction, a faint blue light emits from its path. Hmm.
Another path shines bright, an ominous red. Oh?
The third path basks in a warm yellow light, reminding Fuzzy of honey, and Fuzzy loves his honey!
Then, Fuzzy spots the last path, harboring the brightest of glows; the ambient color of life and health, the color of promise: green.
With a natural desire to expand his territory, Fuzzy heads toward the thickest, lushest, and greenest of paths: the one with promise of life and health.
Although Fuzzy senses danger on all four paths, he needs no backup; after all, he is the strongest bear in all of the outer Wastelands forest - with the thickest and furriest of pelts as well as the coldest, sharpest, and steeliest of claws.
As Fuzzy takes two steps into this promising green path, he inhales a satisfying, deep whiff of the lush, vibrant air. Oh yeah! This fills his lungs and senses with wonder as he exhales a blast of dense, warm, vapor.
Fuzzy doesn't know that this promising green path is actually well-protected, much more so than the other three paths, with forces never-before-seen outside of the Wastelands.
This path, although inviting, is guarded by...
-PEW-
The ground shook as Fuzzy drops hard to the earth. His quick and merciful death arriving shortly before his ears were ever greeted by the loud warning...
Epilogue:
Perhaps Bizzly needed Fuzzy's pelt for defense? After all, he just acquired the thickest and furriest of all pelts. Or was it for the coldest, sharpest, and steeliest of claws? Those might be handy.
Or, maybe, it was for the sheer joy of murder? Bizzly did enjoy a good murder.
Bizzly hollowed out Fuzzy's head and then placed it over his own, like a helmet, still dripping with warm, thick blood. Fuzzy's head fit perfectly upon Bizzly's shoulders. Bizzly wore it for all to see. On All Hallow's Eve, he is...
<Cue upbeat "Winnie the Poo" theme song>
Bizzly the Pew
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