January 22, 2022
‘I should be over there,’ said the red fox.
He got up to go.
‘What’s over there?’ asked the dishevelled little owl.
‘I don’t know,’ said the red fox.
‘But it looks interesting and
‘that grass is beautifully green.'

(Pause.)

'Hmm,' thought the dishevelled little owl.
‘Wait,’ she said.
The red fox turned.
He looked at the dishevelled little owl. Expectantly.
‘You’re going to like this,' she said.
‘Listen...’

(Pause.)

The dishevelled little owl whispered into the red fox's ear.
He stood like a statue and listened.
The wind sighed.
The grasses swayed.
‘Heavens!’ said the red fox, at last.
And he sat down again.