Foxes -- fiction
A single snowflake
floats through the air,
on the nose
of a fine red fox.
Marco the fox watches as the antlered ship arrives in the harbor. This makes him wonder about the world out there. "Why don't trees ever talk?" he thinks. "How deep does the sun go when it sinks into the sea?"
But when Marco proposes these questions to his fellow foxes, they do not know how to answer him. "What does that have to do with chicken stew?" they ask.
So begins the tale of The Antlered Ship. Soon after the arrival of the massive vessel, Marco greets the ragtag travelers on the gangplank. "We hope to hire a seaworthy crew," explains the captain, a deer named Sylvia. "I'm afraid we aren't very good sailors."
George Washington, like his English relatives before him, loved to ride horseback through the Northern Virginia fields, jumping over walls and fences, in pursuit of wily foxes. For foxes will grab a farmer’s chickens as a hearty meal, and George Washington was a farmer.
Cinnabar is a red fox who plays his part in the sport and hasn’t been caught yet, though, in this imaginative telling, he carefully keeps what he considers his appointments with the hunters at one o’clock. Told from the fox’s point of view, his happy return to his mate Vicky and his cubs is cause for sweet celebration.