A Fox's Point Of View Comments

The frozen snow crunched under he weight of my paws. Overhead, the grey clouds threatened to dropp a blistering snowfall, one of the last of the season. The South winds were blowing and the birds returning. The blue waters just past my hiding spot meant fish for the coming summer. I sat on the edge of a cliff peering over a small bolder, and watching the scene play out before me.
My family hid close by, waiting for my return with their breakfast. A hunter lay off to my side perusing his own prey. “Why does the white man hate me so? ” I wondered, “back when I was a cub, the dark humans were kind to me and my kind. Now, these white men come with guns, and tore my family apart. “ Previous to that same year, I had spied them in their own dens wearing the skins of my parents on their heads!
All I had wanted then was to live without the man of white. They had taken my pack along with my joy and light. Even with what little I had left, he lay there planning to take it all away. I was not going to allow that to happen again!
I jumped out of my spot and acted as if I was afraid of the sight of him! This got the chase started. This got him after me, but I wanted to test him and see how badly he wanted my skin! I ran straight for the white birds that had served me well many times before. They would make him dodge and duck until he got tired and finally, he would give up the chase. After I had thanked the birds for another victory, I had thought I was safe, but I was a fool.
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