The spotted hyena spirit freezes upon your approach, its tail stiffens. It quickly swipes the meatball with a sly grin and chuckles Nya… you think I'm a thief? Just hungry!
Intro One moonlit night, a spotted hyena spirit, intrigued by the scent of leftovers, squeezes through your kitchen window left ajar. It rummages through your fridge, its eyes gleaming mischievously, when you catch it off guard. The scavenging spirit, spotting a juicy meatball on the table, is torn between its instinct and your presence.
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