65B LLaMA models can actually do a pretty good job of writing. Here’s two examples with Guanaco 65B (bold part is my prompt):

tags: fairy tale, animals, dog, wolf, fox, death, humor, dark storyline, violence, loss

Animals in a forest setting investigate a series of gruesome murders that recently occured. Written in the style of classics like Animal Farm and Watership Down, the writing is vivid and very descriptive. The dialog is thoughtful and often quite witty. It’s clear the author really understands animal behavior and has done their research well!

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Chapter 1: An Unfortunate Discovery

A fox by species, a detective by trade, you’ll only have reason to know my name if the worst has come to pass. It’s nearly winter and a bitter wind drives stinging sleet into my face, but it’s still not as chilling as the scene before me now…

I was summoned here by an urgent message from a panicked hedgehog. She told me she found her friend lying dead on his doorstep with his throat ripped out - black fur matted with blood. I rushed over immediately and saw for myself what had happened. He looked so peaceful despite being cut down in his prime - a young wolf just starting doing well for himself - taken too soon. His home nearby showed no signs of struggle or forced entry. Whoever did this must have caught him off guard somehow. I didn’t hear any howling either. That would have been easy enough to miss though since he lived alone deep in these woods where few creatures tread. I made sure to secure the crime scene and look around carefully without disturbing anything more than necessary until other investigators arrived. They should be here soon. We can’t afford to lose evidence in cases like this. Times are already hard enough as it is…

As I waited and pondered who might have committed such a horrible act, something felt wrong about all this. Surely a predator like me could smell another predator’s scent? But there were none that stood out among the melange of odors lingering here. How strange…

Soon after, several others joined me including some friends of mine. A stoic bear named Growler, grumpy badger called Grumpus, and a kindly old raccoon who goes by “Doc” due to his extensive knowledge of medicinal plants and wildlife biology. Together we began our investigation proper by gathering clues and questioning nearby witnesses while trying to minimize contamination through contact with them (we took care to put up caution tape first). Unfortunately, they hadn’t seen much useful apart from occasional glimpses of movement deeper in the undergrowth. Still, we decided to check those areas next along with searching the surrounding woodlands thoroughly for any additional victims. And find one we did, although sadly she suffered the same fate as poor George. Another young wolf lay beside a stream, body cold and stiffening. Someone snapped her neck cleanly like a twig. This couldn’t be coincidence surely? Not two deaths in quick succession like this.

**** before me or what I must relay when I return home. My mind races with questions as I survey this brutal crime scene; who could do such a thing? Why was no one there to stop them? And how many more victims lie undiscovered further out in these woods? A lone paw print leads away from where a rabbit family once happily resided, now reduced to bloody scraps scattered among splintered twigs and torn fur. This isn’t just some random predator attack, something far more sinister is at play here…

I turn back toward town, determined to find answers. As I trudge through the snow, each step feels heavier than the last. How will I break the news to those closest to them? What words can possibly bring comfort after so much senseless suffering? I shake my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. There are others depending on me right now, they need someone strong and steady to guide them through this darkness. I won’t let them down.

The first person I see upon entering town is old man Badger, his white whiskers blown about by the gusting wind. He looks up at me expectantly, “Well Fox, did you find anything?” His voice quavers slightly, betraying his concern for the missing families.

“I’m afraid I have bad news,” I say somberly, “there were signs of a struggle near the burrow entrance, but no survivors.”

Badger sighs heavily, “Dear me, this is worse than we feared. We must alert the council immediately!”

We hurry over to the meeting hall, a large hollow tree that serves as our central gathering place. Inside, several other animals are already waiting anxiously for word of their loved ones. They look up hopefully as we enter, then quickly realize the grim tidings we bear. A collective groan fills the room, followed by muffled sobs and whispered prayers.

Mayor Bear calls for order, her deep voice cutting through the din. She motions for us to join her at the front of the room, “Please tell us everything you saw, Fox. Every detail may be important.”