The dog stood up, his golden hair shimmering in the sun. "How dare you walked over me like I'm a street dog?"

The fox turned back and cocked her head to the right. "I had to get through. I didn't mean anything by it. And anyway, what gives you the right to talk to me like that?"

"I am a Golden Retriever. Everyone loves me. I do nothing and I'm adored by anything that lives."

"I don't adore you," the fox said. "You ought to move out of the street before someone actually steps on you. At least I jumped."

The dog yawned and lay back down. "No one will hurt me. I'm amazing."

The fox shook her head and ran off to the market.

After the fox got her groceries, she started walking back home, a paper bag filled with two birds and a rabbit in her mouth. She was taking it home for her family, and her family hadn't eaten in two days. They were all like the dog; too lazy to get up and do something productive.

As she walked, she spotted the golden dog again, just lying there in the street. "Dog! What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" the dog yelled back. "You worry too much."

"Worrying's all I can do," she muttered, continuing to walk to her house.

The next day, the fox headed out to play around. She didn't know how but she needed to loosen up.

The sun was so hot, it was practically slamming down on the world. But every animal was going about their day in the heat.

Wait, was that . . .

Oh my goodness.

The Golden Retriever was still laying in the road, sleeping. The fox went over to him. "What do you even do all day? Have you even eaten?"

"Some animals come and drop off snacks for me, so that's what I eat. Other than that, I just lay down somewhere."

"Find somewhere else then. You're going to die out here. You'll be cooked in this weather."

The dog acknowledged that and stood up. "Fine, I go somewhere," he smiled. He then proceeded to move a couple inches to the right and lay back down.

"You," the fox said, "are unbelievable."

Suddenly, she heard commotion. Animals were yelping and crying out for help. "What's going on?" the fox whispered.

"Human! Human with knife!"

"Help me!"

"Get out of here!"

The fox turned to run into the deeper forest and the dog did too, but he was slow. He hadn't done anything physical like that in over five years. "Hurry up!" the fox rushed.

"I . . . I can't," he gasped.

The fox groaned and searched around for a hiding spot. She spotted some old logs and took the dog to hide under them. They both stayed there for about an hour, listening to the animals die until the human walked away.

"Is it clear now?" the dog whispered.

"I think." The fox slowly peaked her head out the hiding place. No human. "We're good." As they left the logs, other animals came out of their own hiding places. The animals in the area were few, even though that morning the place was buzzing with them.

The fox turned to the dog. "See? If I hadn't helped you, you would have been killed. And it would have been because of your own laziness."

The golden dog hung his head, feeling ashamed. "You're right. I am sorry."

"Do you want to go play together?" the fox asked.

"Sure."

To this day, the fox and the dog have stayed loyal friends to each other. The dog helped encourage the fox's family to help out each other, and the fox gave the dog a room to stay in. Through hard times, friendship can always persevere, even if you're not friends yet.

Just a note, the pangram has a brown fox, otherwise you leave out B, W, and N.