My wife Kate and I were working hard out back, raking straw 'n leaves and then flinging 'em onto our burn pile to incinerate. I watched her work and could see the beads of sweat moistening her hair and forehead (anthros can sweat "they still use glands as well") as well as her tongue panting steadily. Her arms were shifting slower and slower as she raked. She looked so tired… Working outside in the heat for over two hours had taken most of her strength from her.

I watched as she suddenly dropped the rake and decided to sit down on the ground, her clawed hands rubbing over her face and then over her hair in an attempt to smear off most of the perspiration. Kate saw me put my rake aside and start walking towards her. Quickly, she removed her hands from her face and steadily regained her footing though a bit clumsy.

"Phil… I'm okay. Just needed to sit for a bit." Kate said exhaustingly. She tried walking forward, then began to stumble. I quickly caught her in my arms before she collapsed. "C'mon, Kate. You're tired. You've been working yourself so hard. Let's go in for a bit and relax, hmm?"

im goin under control rage mode see my marks, take my soul, now in every piece is apart so knowthis 'no' (alright)
I'm only human to fight, but only beats are what i BEAT to keep it contolled over night,
see yet, my sunset is over heights when im overdozed.
why? Why am i still so cold?
i don't know but see how its fighting me to get me off my feet down the whole!
devil saves my seat (hey i wan b a rapper take my soul) 1, 2, 3! another one sold!
oh no but he's been dead, maybe i can give him another chance no it aint odd, NOPE! i ain't his savor god.
his whole life wasted! math he aced it! now in flames where can we start escapin!
im self- taken,
if god loves everyone then why is there a devil hatin'.
oh! now its time to go! pick up the scythe and hide forever til your gone from the cops for like 3 hrs in the mist,
gimme 3,1, or 2 reasons why i should give a shit. you dumb bitch! die! DIE!! easier for you without the fist, pushed off the rail 'n shot down without even having a twitch, the whole head chopped- shot off so ma!.....i dont give any respect... live only one life so fuck it.....

The four of us were alarmed, looking in every of their body movements thinking where to go for.
Adol was ready, but he had that same fear all over his face.
If he doesn’t straightened up he’s gonna face another scar on him.
‘C’mon! I wanna show these cowards who they’re dealing with!’
Mark shouted, the other one (Joseph) had that crazy look in his eye.
Adol stuttered his breathing; his body was as still as ice.
Adol’s paralyzed.
‘Adol, what’s wrong.’ I questioned him.
I already know why he’s paralyzed- I just have to hear him spit it.
‘I…I-‘    
‘BEGIN!’ Trainer shouted, but as soon as he did Adol closed his eyes and yelled in rage.. he charged straight towards Joseph in fast speed.
The other Southerns were shocked; especially was I.
First he was paralyzed and now he’s in anger? what had gotten into him?
Mark! I had forgotten all about him!
I looked around and he was nowhere nearby.