What does the fox say?What does the fox say?
Music echoed fatuously through the air. His ears pricked up and he looked away from the chicken he had been chewing on. Blood dripped from his teeth and fell sadly through the delicate air.
The words danced crookedly around his feet. He gazed through the trees where lights shone through the gaps. He saw a funny man dancing. His feet tapped the ground in a rhythmic pattern. His arms hit the mist that swarmed the atmosphere. And his body swayed from side to side.
“What does the fox say?” he sang, his voice startling the young animal.
The fox stepped forward and pounced over a large rock. His furry foot felt a wetness, and he retreated. He looked down at his reflection.
“What does the fox say?” the boy sang.
The fox felt alarmed. No one had ever asked him that before.
“What do I say?” a newspaper blew by, and halted against the trunk of a tree. Its pages were forced open, and the pages landed on an article. A picture of a man with