When Fox was able to exit outside the den he saw the most amazing sights. Everything was green, every foliage on trees, bramble and plants, except for the sky above that peeked through the trees above. The ground was dark brown and it extended beyond his den. He wondered where it led to and couldn’t wait to wander about. But that would have to wait. In a harsh world, Fox’s parents demanded discipline and immediate obedience. They had little patience with aberrations from their pups. As foxes, they had to be swift, clever and audacious in the forest. Nothing was to be left by chance or luck. A fox couldn’t be trepid, or slow, or even indecisive. They were foxes and their pups had to act according to one.
“Always pay attention,” their father would command. “Your mishaps will not be tolerated. We live in the forest and there all kinds of dangers in here. Make one mistake and it will cost you a limb. The worst would be your life.”
All the pups would obey and listen. Fox would follow suit, though it was obvious he wasn’t the most skilled of the pups and it frustrated his father. Their father would teach them about hunting, berries they could and couldn’t eat, other predators, and mostly from hunters that trekked the woods. Its wasn’t Foxs’ fault, he wasn’t like his siblings, though he wished he was. He sometimes wanted to experience the forest his own way, without the watchful eyes of his family.
After a long hunt at night and with bellies filled, they would return to their burrow to settle in for sleep. It was during this time Fox felt restless. He didn’t want to sleep, he wanted to stay up and stare up at the dark, clear skies, where a million of white stars twinkled brightly above.
“Fox, time to go to bed,” his mother would tell him.
“Yes, mother,” he would say. “Mother, why are we all called Fox?”
“You and your questions,” she would say. ” I assumed it was fitting. Now, go to bed.”
Fox would sadly sigh and obey. His mother never had time to tell her children apart. To her they were one and the same. If one was noise they were all noise, if the other was a biter they were all biters. She couldn’t tell them apart. For her, it was easier to assume they were like eldest of the pups and that was that. Fox believed she didn’t want to be bother by getting to know her pups. It was too much of a trouble.
While the others had fallen asleep, Fox would stay awake and sneak to be near the entrance of the burrow. He wanted to watch the stars. They seem to comfort his woes. It reminded him to keep his chin up. That there was always another day. One day, he would be on his own, but that was just a dream and dreams were not allowed in his home.On Talking Terms