What Happened When I met a Fox
I met a fox in the forest today, while taking my usual evening stroll. It sat cleaning its paws, until it saw me and the two of us made eye contact. We watched each other apprehensively for a few moments, until finally I broke the stare and looked up at the green canopy of leaves above me. Then the most surprising thing happened: the fox spoke, "What do you think of when you think of a fox?"
I snap my gaze back to the fox, my jaw almost dropping in surprise. After taking a moment to collect myself, I pondered its question then answered, "I think of a sly, cunning, trickster, maybe even a thief. But, most definitely not one to be trusted."
The fox nodded its head thoughtfully, "Let me ask you this: what if it's all a misunderstanding? What if us poor foxes have just been given a bad reputation?"
"Are you saying that maybe we should give you guys a chance to redeem yourselves?"
The fox pulled its mouth back into a sly, toothy grin,"What I'm saying is don't always believe what you are told; watch what is happening, what is actually being done."
And with that, the fox slid behind me into the thick cluster of trees, never to be seen again. I wanted to tell someone about my experience, so I reached into my back pocket to call my mom. When I felt around for my cell phone though, I realized that it was gone, also to never be seen again.