You chose to run toward the river.

You begin to hurl your paws forward, sprinting for the nearest source of water you can think of: the river. The agonizing burning continues as you clumsily navigate your through the forest, stumbling over the occasional branch and misplaced pile of leaves. It takes an eternity to get there, and you feel every moment of that eternity as the ants continue their assault.

You arrive.

You see the water.

And the deer across the river. His mocking glance takes pleasure from your pain. He is enjoying watching you suffer.

You choose to…