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THE FOX CUB WOKE UP, rubbed its eyes with its paws
and uncurled its big bushy tail. A huge yawn followed next; Little Fox didn't care. Besides, she was the fastest, youngest runner in the pack, and she played and sometimes fought with the best of them. Spunky Little Fox would come to know that not everybody loved her like her family, and she would learn this all too soon. The young foxes were trying to catch their prey. Little Fox was eager to participate - she had practised long and hard, and when finally she got the chance to show her hunting skill, she was criticized for being "too good". Since it was an older fox who taunted her this way, Little Fox kept quiet. She trotted down to the stream to recover for this experience had made her feel confused and sad. She waded into the water and upon coming out again, discovered that one of her front legs had turned black. Try as she might, Little Fox couldn't get the black off. She now had one black stocking and some of that spunk of hers had disappeared.
Little Fox, however, didn't give in. Far from it: she excelled and was
resourceful enough to wander into foreign areas, hunt for food, and
return, much to the relief and pride of her family pack. Other foxes
knew of her quickness and generous nature. One in particular wanted
to hunt as a team. "We'll be able to bring more back." And Little Fox
was excited about the prospect of getting more. They did go out together,
but the unfamiliar sound of gunshot chased the cowardly partner away,
leaving Little Fox to fend for herself. She got nicked but was able
to hide quickly. Luckily, in time Little Fox found a mate and together they had three cubs - all boys, who gave her much love and cheer. Through them, she felt energetic and enthusiastic again, and she taught her sons all the things she knew of the forest. But alas, she didn't know that hearts can change, and one day she was alone again. Abandoned by her mate, Little Fox sought comfort by curling up into herself and upon waking, found that her hind leg had turned black. This time she cried and cried some more. Finding strength in her boys, and knowing she was a survivor, Little Fox scouted out and found new territory to stake claim to and to hunt in. It wasn't easy but by this time her instincts were honed through life experience and Little Fox was content. It must have been that contentment that still attracted others to her, and surprisingly, Little Fox found herself with a mate once more.
But do not feel sad for Little Fox. Fortunately, our story does not end here. Through their love, perseverance and amazing faith, Little Fox's partner grew well again. And legend has it that they are still together. Like those of other foxes, Little Fox's black stockings remain - and it is the way she wants it - for they are a testament to her wisdom as they continue to carry her through her many lives to come. © 2009, Kita Szpak |
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and Mama was right there, licking Little Fox and her two brothers 'til
they shone. She was worried though - her daughter was different. Every
cub had black stockinged legs but not Little Fox. Her legs were white.
By camouflaging herself, she prevented further injury. Finally in the
clear, Little Fox limped down to the water's edge and washed her grazed
leg. In so doing, she saw that it had turned black - a black stocking
like the other. And so, Little Fox was left with two white and two black
legs. She missed being all white.
The
following years were kind to Little Fox until the animals noticed that
one not of their own was stalking their woods. A rabid weasel - a big
one - that attacked for no reason, did just that. And Little Fox's mate
was the target. He was severely bitten and grew so sick and unlike himself
that Little Fox could hardly bear his "madness". Overnight, one particularly
dark night, her remaining white leg turned black. And, thus, she now
had her four black stockings.
