The FoxA Story by Catherine I was just finished my homework when I decided
to go for a walk. It was a sunny yet breezy Thursday afternoon and I was home
alone for the next hour. I swept my long hair into a quick braid and put on my
coat. I walked out to the shed and put my dog, Charlie on a leash, he loves
going for walks, and today was no exception! As I walked out the
gate I put my headphones on and turned up the tunes. I was walking for about 20
minutes when I saw a biggish animal sitting in the middle of the road. As I got
closer, I noticed it was facing away from me, and decided it was in fact a fox.
Charlie started barking and tugging at my leash and as he is a husky dog; it
was hard to keep him restrained. He eventually broke free, which is unlike him
and his normal gentile nature. He ran back in the direction of home. I called
him, but knew he would be sitting on the front porch when I went home so I
continued my walk as I was inclined to satisfy my curiosity over the mysterious
immovable animal. I was now about 20
yards away and decided maybe I should call the animal before I got too close;
in case I startled him. As I shouted out, I expected a reaction, but the
creature contentedly sat in the middle of the road. No cars had passed by since
my walk, as we live down a particularly quiet lane in the thick of the
countryside’s peaceful solidarity, so no car had disturbed it. I wondered how
long the fox had been there for when I realised I was only a few feet away from
the fox. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating but I had an insatiable
desire and attraction to see the mysterious creature. Before I knew it we were
face to face. As I looked into
the foxes eyes I fell into a trance, the glossy blue eyes were round and moist
from crying. They sat in the skull of a fox with well-defined features and
thick whiskers which populated his lower jowls. As I looked into his soul we
made a connection and I could feel the pain the creature had went through. ‘Are you ok, boy?’ I asked as I rubbed the glistening auburn
hairs on his back. The animal then got up and walked away from me. I didn’t
know what this was about. I followed the fox and down the road I saw a small
animal body on the road. He looked up at me and I knew it was his baby and that
it was dead. We got closer and I moved it into the ditch, not a flattering
burial, but what else could I do? The fox looked into my eyes one more time and
then disappeared into the ditch. I walked home knowing my journey was over. I
felt strange as I walked home. I couldn’t get the fox out of my head. I went to
bed as soon as I went home, but was awoken by a whining noise outside my
window. I opened my curtains and saw the fox with his baby frolicking in the
garden. Something very special was after happening and I smiled and returned to
my bed, dreaming sweet dreams of foxes running in the meadow. © 2013 CatherineAuthor's Note
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