Peter & The Fox

Yea you’re smarter than this

and you’re better than this

and you’re clearly better than me

but I want to be friends!”

[Captain Capa – Foxes]

Samael Falkner

Peter & The Fox

Behind the mountains, far, far away from the last human hut, there was a tiny village full of furry little critters, that had made it their home safe from – Foxes. And when a fox knocked at their gates one stormy evening and asked them to let him in before he might freeze to death, their little hearts dropped, but their little spirits lightened up and so they tucked him in and they brought him food, they spread out blankets in a shed. “We shall see, if he is our friend, when the sun comes up” the oldest rabbit, a kind of unelected mayor, announced, after he shut the door behind him.

But all the animals wanted to meet the new resident and see for themselves. The geese guarding the door would drive them away, whenever someone tried to enter the shed. One little sparrow however got in through a hole in the laths and hopped up to him. “My name is Peter and what lead you here?” he asked the carnivore in his happy little voice. The fox shook his head and said, he cannot tell anyone and certainly not a strange bird. The sparrow tweeted away about his own story and how he’d been scared and wary of foxes all his life. But this fox, he was the most beautiful fox he’d ever seen, just as he lay there in his red silky fur. The fox told him, not to worry his little head about stories and other creatures‘ lives.

Later that night, the sparrow came back and he asked the fox for his name, thinking he might just have forgotten to introduce himself. “It is said that all living things need a name, not to be ghosts trapped in their own shell!” he commented with that. The fox shook his head again and said “It doesn’t matter, I don’t have a name and I don’t need one, go to bed little buddy. Maybe I’ll be gone tomorrow anyway.”

But the sparrow couldn’t catch a minute of sleep. He went back right around sunrise. He wanted to get to know his new friend, the only fox he’d ever liked. The geese were gone and so he used the entrance. He knocked and knocked but noone answered. When he entered the shed, he found it empty of the fox but wasn’t that Kari, the squirrel next door, dead on the ground? And there was Corvin the old badger with his throat bitten through. The geese were hanging from a bar up near the roof. It was a horrible sight.

But what was that in the corner? Wasn’t that a foxes fur hanging from a rusty nail? It took the little fellow all his courage to hop over and see it up close. He feared he might find his new friend dead in his blood, but the fur was an empty sack now with a note attached to it. The sparrow, scared to his bones, ripped it off the post with his little beak. „I don’t trust foxes either.“ it read. Nothing more.

And that’s how the little sparrow learned, that ghosts without a name never come in peace – and that foxes are the least of our troubles.

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