Fox VIII

For days it rained and when it finally subsided, Fox shook himself off and left the safety of his burrow. He needed to find his family or at least the others. For now he was hungry and thought he heard a creek not far from where he was. As he proceeded in the direction of the creek he saw that the forest had changed. It wasn’t the forest he was use to, but a different one. There wasn’t a green foliage in sight, not on the ground or on the trees, everything had turned brown ans ashen. This was certainly not the forest he knew. He wondered where the others had gone.

He reached the creek and drank from the cool water when a couple of small fish caught his eye. He stood still not wanting to frighten them away. He waited for a minute and when his stomach grumbled he jumped into the water after them. He hadn’t realized how slippery it was and fell into the water, frightening the fish away.

“You silly, fox,” said a voice from above. “You’ll never catch fish that way.”

Fox stopped and looked up. There was an owl sitting on a dead tree branch.

“How would you know how to catch fish?” Fox asked him.

“I would know plenty,” the owl said. “I, myself catch them with my talons.”

“I don’t have talons,” replied Fox.

“That is a shame,” the owl said. “Weren’t you taught to fish?”

“I’m afraid not,” Fox confessed, feeling a bit ashamed.

“That’s a pity,” owl said.

“Will-will you teach me how?” Fox said.

“I?” exclaimed the owl. “I cannot teach a quadruped to catch fish. I have talons not paws.”

“Oh,” Fox lowered his head.

“However, I may know some one who can offer you assistance,” said owl.

“Really?”

“If we hurry,” owl said. “We might catch him fishing now.”

The owl set off in flight before Fox was able to thank him. Fox quickly hurried after him hoping not to lose sight of the owl.