Hammy snapped out of his fear, and began to run.
Tiger chased him, and Stella went after Tiger.
"Tiger, STOP!"
Tiger turned around, just in time to see Stella punch him in the face.
Tiger fell to the ground, and Hammy ran behind Stella.
"Look here you big puff fucker, leave us alone, or you're going to be in major pain! Got that?"
Tiger growled.
"No."
Stella punched him again, this time in the stomache.
"GOT IT?"
"...Fine."
"Good."
Stella and Hammy walked off.
The two walked back to the log, and everyone continued to stare at them.
Stella glared at all of them.
"Got a problem?"
Everyone looked away.
Tiger sat in anger by the pond, imagining beating Hammy up.
How dare he steal my future wife from me! he thought.
Tiger then grinned. He had a plan.
Hammy and Stella layed together, sleeping, when they heard someone scream.
It was Tiger. He was in trouble.
"Serves him right," Stella said.
"We can't just leave him out there," Hammy said.
"Fine. We'll go see what's wrong."
Hammy, Stella, and the others went to where the scream came from, when something grabbed Hammy.
It was a cat, and then everyone realized they were surrounded by them.
Tiger appeared.
"Bring the squirrel to me."
The cat obediently brought Hammy over, and Tiger punched Hammy in the stomache. Hammy cried out in pain.
Stella shouted at Tiger.
"YOU BETTER LET HAMMY GO, OR I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER MOTHER-FUCKER!"
Tiger glared at her.
"Stay out of this."
Stella watched in pain and horror as they beat up Hammy.