"NO!"
Sam jumped out from his hiding place, standing between Frodo and Flisa. "I won't let you kill him!"
Suddenly, a large rabbit ran out from behind Frodo and into the woods.
Flisa growled. "Goodness, Sam! There goes me lunch, runnin' off to who knows where. Ya know I haven't seen a rabbit that big in quite a while?" She sat up and scowled at Sam.
Frodo, who had woken up at the sound of Sam yelling, said, "Sam, what did you do that for?"
Sam felt utterly ridiculous. 'Good work, Samwise,' he thought. 'You were wrong, as usual.'
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Frodo. It's just…when I came and saw Ms. Flisa crouched up with her teeth and all, I thought…well I thought…"
Flisa narrowed her eyes. "What have I done, Sam? I has been nothin' but kind to ya, hasn't I? If I did somethin' bad, I cannae 'member it. I can't believe you'd…you'd even think…" She said no more. Instead, she ran off into the trees of the Bindbole forest.
Frodo glared at Sam. "What'd you have to do that for?" Then, without saying another word, he took off after Flisa.
Sam sat down on the grass with a thud. Poor Flisa. She was right. She hadn't done anything wrong. He had just assumed she was a killer. Ashamed of himself, he rested his face in his hands.
Realizing that sitting on the ground would not help, he stood up and began walking into the forest after Flisa and Frodo.
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Sam had been walking for just a few minutes when he heard a familiar yell.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam whispered into the wind.
He was answered by a bloodcurdling scream.
"MR. FRODO!" Sam took off, jumping over things and dodging trees, running like a madman. He could hear fighting, growling, yelling, and barking. What was going on?
Finally, he burst into a small clearing, falling on his knees. Then, he looked up, and his mind whirled in confusion as the stench of blood hit his nostrils.
Frodo was lying there, not moving, his neck and hands red. Blood streaked the grass. And there was Flisa, standing over Frodo's body, her muzzle red, and her paws standing in a pool of crimson.