MrJsLittleFox
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A lovely spring day dawned over the quiet cherry blossom clearing. Petals wafted to the grass on the gentle breeze. The serenity broken by the mischievous playfulness of a bright red fox darting among the old roots attempting to catch the falling petals. Unmindful that there could be danger about, the fox romped from pile to pile of blossoms occasionally being hidden completely only to reappear with a crown of the petite flowers upon her head. She never sat still long, too busy enjoying the pleasant day.
The timber wolf had just returned from a successful hunt. As he lumbered back to his den, he scented something interesting nearby. Stalking toward the clearing, he quietly approached where the fox played. Silently his paws halted in the trees just before the glade allowing him to watch the fox’s display. His blue eyes rolled at the frivolous show and he turned ready to leave when the fragrance strengthened. Looking back at the clearing, the wolf watched the fox a moment longer, waiting. There! As the fox ran by, the aroma assailed his nostrils again and he knew; it was her! The silver-black fur on his haunches shifted as he made ready to pounce on the unsuspecting fox.
There wasn’t much of a warning. A slight snapping of a twig. Had she not turned toward the sound as she was rolling in the blossoms the fox would never have caught it. Her head turned toward the noise in time to see him; the large wolf leaping from the trees toward her! Barely, she managed to complete her roll, getting to her feet and away from him just in time. She watched him warily, hazel-green eyes flashing. Then a trace of something…no! It could not be. With a soft yip, she took off daring the wolf to give chase with a look.
The timber wolf had just returned from a successful hunt. As he lumbered back to his den, he scented something interesting nearby. Stalking toward the clearing, he quietly approached where the fox played. Silently his paws halted in the trees just before the glade allowing him to watch the fox’s display. His blue eyes rolled at the frivolous show and he turned ready to leave when the fragrance strengthened. Looking back at the clearing, the wolf watched the fox a moment longer, waiting. There! As the fox ran by, the aroma assailed his nostrils again and he knew; it was her! The silver-black fur on his haunches shifted as he made ready to pounce on the unsuspecting fox.
There wasn’t much of a warning. A slight snapping of a twig. Had she not turned toward the sound as she was rolling in the blossoms the fox would never have caught it. Her head turned toward the noise in time to see him; the large wolf leaping from the trees toward her! Barely, she managed to complete her roll, getting to her feet and away from him just in time. She watched him warily, hazel-green eyes flashing. Then a trace of something…no! It could not be. With a soft yip, she took off daring the wolf to give chase with a look.
