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Tank the lemming, a small light brown animal with an accent of a New Yorker, Heard something a rattle from the bushes, It was not a usual sound, like the wind and the drips of water he would here everyday. No, not this time, now he was worried.
 * __An Unlikely Friend__**

" What can that be? Its sounds like." He drew back as the big white and gray Arctic Fox pranced out with big teeth and a face to hunt with. He felt his body tremble in hurt and fears, when the Fox burrowed its teeth it Tank's body. The Fox waited for the perfect moment to finish him. Tank yelped and begged for the beast to release him. Yet, to Tanks surprise his death never came, the arctic fox released Tank and sat down, watching him with a cautious eye. Then opened his mouth and spoke in a brave tone.

“What are you doing in my territory?” Tank spoke up, ruffling his fur to make him look tough.

“ My name is Stanley.. I was just looking for some food to feed myself.” The fox grunted and said in a low voice

“Well, I'm hungry, and you're my prey.” Said the fox. Tank squeaked in fear and pleaded for his life from the fox. " I would do anything for you, if you were just to let myself live. Eventually the Predator came to a conclusion

" It’s getting hot for the Tundra as you know... I have to search for a more snowing area for myself to live, you come with me, and i don't devour you,” He said with a hungry face" "Umm... I guess I don't have a choice" Tank muttered in return. So Tank and Stanley set off for the adventure of a lifetime. One fateful day Stanley spotted a Musk Ox and decided to make a run for his future food. Tank showing his usefulness in creating a plan to trap the ox by using snow to distract him, and letting Stanley go in for the kill. Tank threw the snow as high as his little arms would allow him, right into the ox's eyes. The animal leaped around grunting in surprise as Stanley jumped onto his back driving his teeth into its neck, biting harder and harder until the large ox fell. Then, once the ox was ready Stanley dug in his sharp teeth, ready to devour the poor animal. Little did Stanley realize though, that Tank stole a little piece of the meat, taking it for himself?

Stanley opened his eyes and realized his forehead was hot, his skin was clammy, and his stomach was achy. He retched, and threw up. "Tank, what's wrong?" asked Stanley..

"Not feeling so good..." "Maybe its a tapeworm, my mom used to tell me they're a parasite that feeds off of your nutrients from food to keep itself alive." Stanley replied.

"So how do I get rid of it?" Tank moaned. "When my friends got them, we used to eat a certain plants that are found on the coast. They help kill the parasites do you don’t get ever more sick." Stanley moaned watching Tank suffer in his sickness. "Sounds good... Wait! You never told me you were in a colony before I met you!" Stanley questioned.

"They kicked me out, that's why I was so easy to find."

"Well I saw you take that last piece of food from the ox, but because i feel sorry for you, you can have some meat without sneaking it, an act of mutualism I suppose, you help catch it, you get fed, and I get fed. Well, that's enough about that. Let's find that plant that will cure me of this parasite."

Stanley and Tank set off to the coast to get the amazing plant that tank claimed would cure Stanley of his tapeworm problems. On the way sand songs and danced while Tank sand along and made snow angels in the melting snow. " Finally, we're here!" Yelled tank then Stanley. " It’s so nice out here, its cold and this is just what I need!" Stanley yelped. " Yawn, I’m tired, let go to bed...and Stanley thanks for not eating me," Tank groaned and smiled. " No problem, thank you for coming with me, pal" Stanley replied. They both lay down and went to sleep, and so, Stanley and Tank become Best friends. Singing songs and dancing along, and always had fun.

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