Eric woke up one morning and looked around his bed. All around him were fuzzy forest animals that had gathered in his room. He looked in to the hallway and saw there were no animals there so he realized the animals must have been there for a reason. He carefully looked under his bed to not wake the animals and have a real problem on his hands. Under his bed there was just a box of old wrapping paper from the previous years after Christmas sales but there was no food for the animals which Eric thought would have attracted them their in the first place.
Eric was an artist who was best known for his realistc drawings of animals which he had won a couple of prizes for in a local tshirt contests in the last few years. He looked and started to realize that the animals on the ground looked like they were drawin with pencil and colored with crayon. These were his trademarks and he started to realize that these animals were not fuzzy as much as waxy like the crayons they were colored. They were his original creations from the t-shirt contests, all had come to life, and they were sitting around his bed.
Eric gasped and that awoken the main animal, a purple colored fox that Eric had been proud of when he drew it originally, but not now. He was afraid because the fox woke the other animals and now they were gearing up to bite or eat him. He didn't have anywhere to go, so he stood as high as he could on the bed.
But the animals were all awake and growling at his bed. They started to climb up the sheets hanging down to the floor and just as they got to Eric's feet, he closed his eyes and jumped instinctively.
Right when Eric landed on the bed, he woke up like he had been shaking by the falling version of himself that had just jumped. It was all a dream. Next to his bed was a beautiful image of a smiling purple fox that would never bite him. Eric winked at the fox and smiled.
THE END.
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