Okay, Fred.... here you go...
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The sloth is so tired. He just wants to rest, to put his son down and take a nap, never to wake again, just like the small bundle on his back did, but the poachers were on their trail, and he can't afford to stop. He crawls forward, digging his claws into the hard, dusty ground, painstakingly pulling himself forward a few inches. Dried blood mats the fur around his head, and he blinks multiple times to clear the dark fog invading his vision. He can feel the heavy vibrations of the poacher's feet as the tall men draw ever closer to the helpless animal.
Then the sloth sees something in front of him. What's that? A mushroom? Here?
He reaches the strange shroom, and he somehow manages to absorb the fungus. Then, he suddenly zooms forward, the loose skin on his face peeling back with the G-force of his run. He hears the poacher's shriek in surprise as he leaves them behind in the dust.
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Thanks to @Fredrick_the_furry for giving me this prompt in our group DM on Discord XD
GO FOLLOW THEM PLS
