Vorsicht trudged through the forest, snapping at the birds that flew near her. She was in a particularly bad mood today, since there seemed to be an extremely low supply of white unicorns to beat up. She hadn't seen any in a few weeks, and it was getting quite boring since there was no reason to pick on anything else. It didn't really give her the satisfaction that hurting a perfect looking unicorn did.
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