Something was scrambling up the edge of the skyships wooden hull. Beth excitedly dashed to the side of the Cloudslicer, curiously leaning dangerously far over the edge. However, Ted, who had other plans, cowardly edged towards the safety of his bedroom.

“Beth!” he called, failing to disguise the fear and dread in his voice, “What are you doing?”  Beth didn’t reply. Focused on the creature, she heaved its quivering body up from the vertical drop (relieving the shivering animal from the storm’s fierce temperature). Cradling it in her arms, Beth recognized it by its slender body, pointed ears and its snow white fur; it was an arctic fox. 

“Ted!” she yelled a sense of urgency in her voice “I suggest that you climb out of the closet and fetch this poor creature a blanket!” 

Swiftly, Ted scurried towards the storage room and grabbed the first blanket that he cou;d find. Screw this stupid animal he thought it’s stealing all my sister’s attention and snow foxes have been known to destroy people. Suddenly, a dark thought entered Ted’s already annoyed mind. That was his only solution. Hurriedly, Ted scrambled back to the deck where Beth sat, the fox laying dishevelled in her arms. Slowly, she carefully lowered the animal into Ted’s shaking arms and gently wrapped it in the blanket. Hesitantly, Ted raised the fox above his head and with all his might heartlessly tossed the creature off of the cliff so it plummeted to his death.