Tail of the huge fox
14. 11. 2008
Once upon a time deep in a great forest there was a cottage, where a man called Mike lived. Mike was a lumberjack and spent his whole days in the wood. He always chose the tree to chop carefully. He chose big trees to get much wood.
One day he found a huge tree reaching up to the sky. “That must be the father of all trees.” he noticed. He lifted his axe and began to chop it down, but then he saw something running in the forest near him. He looked over his shoulder and saw the thing again. It looked like a tail of fox running, but it was huge. Mike returned to the pile of wood he had gathered, forgetting about the huge tree he was going to chop.
Next day he went to the town to sell his wood. He went to meet his friends. He also met Steve the hunter. “You won’t believe what I’ve seen up in the wood, Steve!” he said, “I met a fox. It was huge! It had a tail of five feet!” Steve really didn’t believe him. When Mike asked him to lend him his gun, Steve refused. “You won’t shoot a beast that’s not there.” Mike still couldn’t let him go. “Then come with me and see it yourself.”
So the two men came to the wood. Steve was holding his gun. He was looking at Mike with his face frown. They went to the huge tree. “Quiet.” whispered Mike.
They were waiting till the evening, but the huge fox didn’t appear. Steve laughed sharply. “You see? It was just you imagination.” Before Steve returned to the town, he turned to Mike to give him an advice. “Return to the trees.”
So when the sun rose again, Mike grabbed his axe and went to the wood. Again he found the tallest tree and began to cut it down. In a moment the tail of the fox flew across his eyesight again. It was amazingly quick. Mike remembered Steve’s words. “It was just your imagination.” However, he turned his head and saw the fox.
The huge fox stared at Mike with great green eyes. It seemed to Mike like if it was as tall as him. He slowly moved towards the fox. It jumped and ran a few yards away. There it sat down again and stared at him. He continued to follow the fox and the fox continued to run away. Again and again it sat down and fixed its eyes on Mike, until it ran away and disappeared in the dark forest. Then Mike turned around to see where he was. He stood just a few yards from his cottage. The sun was setting and evening came. If Mike stayed at the huge tree, he wouldn’t find his way back. Mike turned the way the fox had run away. “Thank you.”
That night he had a dream. He had a vision of the fox standing under the tallest tree. “That is the father of all trees.” Suddenly the fox jumped to run, but the man with his gun was quicker. Mike heard the shot. The fox fell to the ground. “What have you done!” cried Mike and woke up.
Next week he went to the town with wood. He met Steve the hunter. “Mike, you were right!” he said happily, “I’ve got it! I’ve shot the huge fox!”
Since that day great storms began to come every day. The round turned into mud and the river went wild. No one could go into the forest anymore. Steve didn’t ever hunt a single animal.
Mike stayed in the hills ever after. Every morning he came up on the highest hill to greet the sun. And beside him, there walked a huge fox.
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