The Fox

By Little Bear

Way up in the cold, cold North, a fox standing in snow that sparkles like crystals
The fox is as still and quiet as the snowy ground
The fur in the fox is like fine silk
His fangs and claws are as sharp as blades
He's furious and brave like a wolf as he strikes his prey for the day
For once he's caught his own food
He's proud as he feels superior
MUNCH! CRUNCH! as he eats his meal
But suddenly out of nowhere he hears something
The fox turns around
He sees a big brown bear
The fox is as scared as a black cat on Halloween
The fox runs as fast as a cheetah
The fox gets in his den and in surprise he sees five other foxes playing and joins them
After a while they all get hungry so they dedided to eat their food that they caught earlier
While they ate, they chatted with the fox
He was so happy he had other foxes to have fun with
After they were all done they were all getting pretty tired
So they all huddled up close together and went happily to sleep and dreamed the happiest, sweetest, and kindest dreams.

This bright spot brought to you by Little Bear.  We now return you to your regularly scheduled grumpiness.