Fox XI

Fox found an old, hollow tree where he could sleep for the night. The stars began to graze the sky, as the land settled into tranquility. Eventually, Fox fell asleep, forgetting his troubles ahead. It wasn’t until later, when he was awoken by something being dragged on the ground. He sniffed the air to pick up the scent of anybody nearby. It wasn’t that of a wolf, which his Father had reminded him that wolves eat foxes. It wasn’t the scent of another animal, but that of a human, though not quite human. A humanoid, perhaps. His Mother forewarned him of humans or anything that resembled a human, and their cruelty to foxes.

I have never seen a human before, he thought. I must  look to see what it is.

He wouldn’t have left his burrow if he deemed it unsafe, however, his curiosity of this human seemed appealing. How will he learn what a human is if he has never laid eyes on one.

I must be heuristic, thought Fox. How else will I learn?

The dragging stopped, and soon another noise replaced it. The smell of blood filled the air, and Fox became nervous.

Perhaps the human is injured, thought Fox. If he is, I must not get too close.

He hid behind a leafy bush, and carefully peaked through the other side to see. It was certainly a human, or at least Fox was certain he was. The human knelt over a corpse to which he was feeding on. Fox knew it wasn’t safe to approach him. Against the moonlight, the humans skin shone with a tinge of light blue color. He had no hair on his head, and his feet were not that of a human, but shaped like an ox’s hooves, large and thick. The human ate rather savagely, and a few times paused to listen.

“Fox,” the human said out loud. “I know your there. You shouldn’t sneak behind me. It’s impolite.”

Frightened, Fox ran from the scene, and hid back into his burrow. He wished he hadn’t follow the human. He closed his eyes tightly, and hoped the human wouldn’t find him.

Morning couldn’t come too soon when he was awoken by the clicking of insects. He had forgotten what he had witnessed the night before. He walked out of his burrow, and stretched and yawned. He looked up into the trees, and thought it odd he didn’t see or hear birds. They usually woke him up, but not today. Suddenly, the events from the previous night dawned on him.

This must be a bad omen, thought Fox.

He wanted to crawl back into his burrow, but his tummy rumbled. He recalled seeing a brambel of blackberries not far from the creek, and headed in that direction. When he reached the creek he was surprised to see the animals in the forest gather nearby. Up in a tree nearby, Fox saw the owl that had helped him before, perched up on a branch.

“Owl,” Fox approached him. “Why have the animals gathered by the creek?”

“Haven’t you heard,” Owl said somberly. “A Lauma was killed last night by a human, not just any human, but one possessed by a demon.”

“Pardon my ignorance,” Fox said. “What is a Lauma?”

“It’s a female spirit that protects these woodlands,” said Owl. “Without them, the forest will die, and be taken over by dark spirits. We would have to leave here if that happens.”

“I saw the human,” Fox said. “I think he was human. He certainly knew who I was.”

Owl perked up.

“How close did you get?” Owl asked.

“I hid behind him,” Fox admitted foolishly. “I became frightened when he spoke to me and I fled.”

“That was very foolish of you to do,” Owl admonished. “A human possessed by a demon are extremely treacherous. Then again, not many of us have seen one that close, but we know their scent.”

“Owl, Owl,” a stag called his attention. “What are we to do about this humanoid?”

“We’re all very frightened,” spoke a quail.

“What if he decided to move in?” asked a porcupine. “We would have to leave our home.”

A loud brouhaha of quibbles, and agreements stirred among the animals.

What were they to do, indeed?

The Fantastical World of Writing – Bill Peet (l’extremite?)

With the success of the Hundred and One Dalmatian film, Peet suggested T.H. White’s, ‘The Sword in the Stone,’ molding Merlin’s nose and personality after Walt. Peet did his best writing the story, while that was being wrapped up, he was trying to get Walt to say yes into doing the Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling. He believed tat after the Jungle Book, he would make his exit from Disney Studios and pave his way to writing. By this time, he had five books in print, ‘Ella,’ ‘The Pinkish, Purplish, Bluish Egg’ and ‘Smokey.’ Walt was already aware of Peet’s children’s book. Peet had to put all his effort in the Jungle Book to prove to Walt that he wasn’t neglecting his films. Peet put his heart and soul in the animation.

With seven boards ready, Peet presented them to Walt, who so pleased with them that he shook his hand. The project got the green light and Peet began working on the rest. But trouble began to brew between him and Walt. Walt wasn’t happy with anything Peet presented him. It was too dark, Walt complained. Peet knew it was his time to leave. He had worked for Disney for twenty-seven years. A change was needed and he walked out of the studio one silent night.

Peet wasn’t happy with how he ended his relationship with Walt. The next few days he kept himself busy with his sixth book, Randy’s Dandy Lions, which was followed by Chester the Worldly Pig. Peet feels Chester probably resembles his past struggles and triumphs. Though, Peet had been excited to being part of Walt Disney grand show, he wanted to make something on his own, prove that he too could display his knack for writing wonderful stories and he did. He wrote 36 children’s book that he also illustrated on his own. He learned a lot from Walt, but, he also had to learn to stop getting Walt’s approval and do what he liked doing.

A year after Peet had left the studio, Walt Disney passed away. It broke his heart and it took some time for him to accept that Walt was gone. It was hard to see the world without a man that made his life work strenuous. Most say, Walt brought out the best in them and it may be true for Peet, but that is something he decided to keep for himself. On Talking Terms

The End

Copyright 2015 by M. Stieg

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