Answer:
sometimes we need to interfere. He believes that silence encourages the tormentor, not the tormented.
Answer:
Franz Kafka wrote continuously and furiously throughout his short and
intensely lived life, but only allowed a fraction of his work to be published during his
lifetime. Shortly before his death at the age of forty, he instructed Max Brod, his friend
and literary executor, to burn all his remaining works of fiction. Fortunately, Brod. The Complete Stories brings together all of Kafka's stories, from the classic
tales such as "The Metamorphosis," "In the Penal Colony" and "The Hunger Artist" to
less-known, shorter pieces and fragments Brod released after Kafka's death; with the
exception of his three novels, the whole of Kafka's narrative work is included in this
volume. The remarkable depth and breadth of his brilliant and probing imagination
become even more evident when these stories are seen as a whole.
Explanation:
I believe the answer is c
Answer: Ash stalked through the bushes, chasing the scent of a dead deer. The carrion would have been at least 3 days old by now, and was setting the forest ablaze with it’s sickly sweet scent. He sped up as the scent grew closer and closer. When he finally saw the corpse through a tangle of bushes, he dashed forward, not noticing the other wolf in the clearing. With a thud, Ash smacked into the other wolf’s rear and fell to the ground. The unknown wolf kept on gorging on the meat, hardly giving Ash a second glance. Trying to regain his dignity, Ash stood up and gave his fur a tidy lick before clearing his throat. “Ahem. Strange wolf, you are trespassing on Alpha Pack territory. Please disperse immediately from our land.” He hoped the mysterious wolf would listen, but no, it kept on chowing down on the food. Ash wondered if they had even heard his announcement. With a sigh, he rudely shoved past the wolf until he was standing face-to-face with them. Staring deep into their bored yellow eyes he snapped “Get lost, or you’ve something coming!” Maybe intimidation would work. But, Ash thought as he backed away, he had picked wrong. Finally, the wolf’s head snapped up, his ochre gaze snapping onto Ash’s face. Licking their lips, they then peeled back their lips, revealing a row of blinding white fangs stained red from blood. With a thunderous snarl, the fierce wolf launched themself onto Ash, turning his world into a beautiful race haze...
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