Rabbit Hole Day
Fox was quite busy at a large oak tree, among a colony of squirrels with his hens. I thought, well. Usually a fox at a colony of squirrels with hens would be quite the mess, but Fox stood and spoke seriously to a group of the squirrels while his hens nattered about.
A very strange scene to be certain. It would be rude to intrude so I waited a ways away as they spoke. Finally, Fox and his hens walked from the squirrels and hurried off. Woops! I had to run to catch up.
"Fox, Fox, wait, Bear said you were good at finding things, and I need to get back to my regular size," I called. Fox yipped, wide eyed, and grabbed a paw over my mouth! He pulled me quickly around a rock with his hens.
"Shhh! The squirrels will panic if they know I'm Fox!" he hissed.
"But you are Fox," I pointed out, confused. I was getting used to being confused, really.
"No, silly, I'm not Fox at all, see?" he laughed, pointing to his head. To his hat. It was a nice fedora.
"You're not Fox because you have a hat on?" I asked.
"Exactly. I'm just A fox," he nodded, removing the hat, "If they knew I was FOX, they wouldn't ever talk to me. Here, Drucilla, take this back to the greenhouse!"
Fox handed a small camera to one of the hens. She rushed off with a great cackling.
"That will make me important," Fox preened, beaming and puffed up, "And Rooster will HAVE to listen to me."
"Yes, of course," I assured him, though I had no idea what he was going on about, "But can you find a way for me to become my regular size?"
"Of course I can, I am Fox!" he burst out, "Come along, we'll ask my most learned friends, they will certainly know."
"Thank you," I smiled, and taking my hand in his paw, Fox rushed away with me through the underbrush. Soon, we were on the opposite shore of the settling pond, and really, another very strange scene.
"Quite a riot on the other side," Fox confided, and I squirmed because I knew what caused it, "You'd think they were a lot of animals! Shocking. But they'll work it out, the pond will dry out and they'll forget all about it and become interested in something else like a loose balloon."
"I'm sure they will," I smiled, somewhat weakly. But there was the scene before us, which was sort of an animal riot.
Three skunks sat upon the muddy bank, and if that was not enough to make one wary, they all were in a fine fret, indeed. Squalling and waving paws and flicking tails - and flinging handfuls of mud at each other with such industry, it was amazing they weren't simply lumps of mud.
"My finest minds," Fox beamed. Oh my.
A very strange scene to be certain. It would be rude to intrude so I waited a ways away as they spoke. Finally, Fox and his hens walked from the squirrels and hurried off. Woops! I had to run to catch up.
"Fox, Fox, wait, Bear said you were good at finding things, and I need to get back to my regular size," I called. Fox yipped, wide eyed, and grabbed a paw over my mouth! He pulled me quickly around a rock with his hens.
"Shhh! The squirrels will panic if they know I'm Fox!" he hissed.
"But you are Fox," I pointed out, confused. I was getting used to being confused, really.
"No, silly, I'm not Fox at all, see?" he laughed, pointing to his head. To his hat. It was a nice fedora.
"You're not Fox because you have a hat on?" I asked.
"Exactly. I'm just A fox," he nodded, removing the hat, "If they knew I was FOX, they wouldn't ever talk to me. Here, Drucilla, take this back to the greenhouse!"
Fox handed a small camera to one of the hens. She rushed off with a great cackling.
"That will make me important," Fox preened, beaming and puffed up, "And Rooster will HAVE to listen to me."
"Yes, of course," I assured him, though I had no idea what he was going on about, "But can you find a way for me to become my regular size?"
"Of course I can, I am Fox!" he burst out, "Come along, we'll ask my most learned friends, they will certainly know."
"Thank you," I smiled, and taking my hand in his paw, Fox rushed away with me through the underbrush. Soon, we were on the opposite shore of the settling pond, and really, another very strange scene.
"Quite a riot on the other side," Fox confided, and I squirmed because I knew what caused it, "You'd think they were a lot of animals! Shocking. But they'll work it out, the pond will dry out and they'll forget all about it and become interested in something else like a loose balloon."
"I'm sure they will," I smiled, somewhat weakly. But there was the scene before us, which was sort of an animal riot.
Three skunks sat upon the muddy bank, and if that was not enough to make one wary, they all were in a fine fret, indeed. Squalling and waving paws and flicking tails - and flinging handfuls of mud at each other with such industry, it was amazing they weren't simply lumps of mud.
"My finest minds," Fox beamed. Oh my.