🌲 Foxes Chatting in the Forest 🌲
Location: A quiet glade in the early morning mist. Two foxes sit atop a mossy log, sipping dew from leaves.
Rustle, the red fox, flicked his tail.
Rustle: “Heard the humans called me ‘sly’ again. As if being clever is a crime.”
Whisk, a silver fox, chuckled.
Whisk: “Please. They call raccoons ‘trash pandas’ and still leave food out every night. Who’s the real sly one?”
Rustle: “Fair point. Last night, I found half a pie by the back porch. Blueberry.”
Whisk: “Mmm. I had grilled chicken. Lightly seasoned. They even left a napkin.”
(Pauses)
Whisk: “So… want to sneak into the orchard tonight? I heard the apples are ripe.”
Rustle: “Only if we swing by the owl’s stump first. He owes me a riddle.”
Whisk: “Deal. But no riddles about chickens crossing roads again. That one’s overdone.”
The two foxes snicker, tails curling with amusement as they trot off into the golden light of morning.
