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"That heurt!" he declared as he tried to push the other male off him. All of this fighting would severely damage Myrtle's pristine fur, and he could not have that. But how had that coyote done that? Myrtle was the best at everything, so there was no way the other canine had managed to best him in something! Myrtle knew he was incredibly smart and thoughtful, and always knew exactly what to say in every social situation. He had consoled his brother many times, and he knew he was amazing (Sébastien told him so, so it must be true!) Of course, Myrtle did not realize that Nala still had his claws dug in to his chest. When Myrtle flipped Nala over, the other canine took a huge chunk of skin and flesh with him. Myrtle howled in pain and began to beat his fists against the ground. It was not fair! This coyote had to be cheating or something! Myrtle could not lose could he?!
Myrtle tried to pull himself to his feet, but his chest was throbbing in pain. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. Myrtle could not get his mind off the pain. Perhaps he would have to do something to distract himself, like giving someone else some pain.
"I gonna get you!" he declared, struggling to his feet. His legs were shaking and he didn't think he'd be able to stand up without hunching over. He felt sick. He struggled to gain his balance and tried to kick the canine and make him go away.
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