Max stood at the far end of the pasture, staring out at the forest that bordered the farm, yearning to be on the other side of the fence, wild and free as he had been until fairly recently. He didn't care how well his captors treated him and the others. The fact was, every one of them would be eaten, or sold and then eaten at one point or another.
Since arriving, he had been rather distant to the other livestock. Why risk getting attached to somebody you know will be gone at anytime? What was worse, either n two weeks, he would be of age. That meant if he wanted to live, he needed to think of an escape plan very soon.
Just then, a familiar figure stepped out from the treeline. It was Martin, the head of Max's old herd. "Martin! I'm so glad to see you! Have you come to get me out of here?" Martin smirked and nodded. "Not just you. I've come to liberate this entire farm."
"How? Even if whatever you plan works, most of the others are little more than sheep. They won't last a week in the wild."
"Simple. We'll take them into our herd, teach them to survive. But first thing's first. I've been scouting this place for the past few days, and I think I have the perfect plan."
"What's that?"
"Kill the wolves, and lead the flock out the front gates once they're dead. Simple as that."
"That's your brilliant plan? How do you even expect that to happen? The only one of us who even has a weapon is that John Wrangler, and he's little more than the wolf's watchdog. He'll never agree to help us."
"We don't need his help. We have this." Martin showed Max a handful of plant roots. "What is that?" "The roots of the Hysteria plant." Hysteria was a rare type of weed, which contained a chemical that, when consumed, caused one to feel increasingly giddy and, as the name implies, begin to laugh hysterically. Within about ten minutes of eating the plant, the victim would quite literally laugh themselves to death.
Martin handed the roots to Max. "Find a way to sneak those into their food, and we'll be home free. I'll be waiting for you back at the village. Good luck." With that, Martin turned and left. Max looked at the roots he held in his palm, considering his options. He certainly had to qualms with killing the ones who had forced him from his home and planned to eat him eventually. But how would he get them to eat the Hysteria?
Just then, max is approached by...
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