THE FOX TRICKSTER-flash fiction

 

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THE FOX TRICKSTOR

Flash fiction

 

He hangs out in the meadow or near the edge of the forest where he lives. His fox form is his favorite as he then can hide in with the wildlife and not be noticed.

He’s a trickster that like to play games and steal things behind your back.

One day a young girl was walking in the meadow gathering wildflowers. The trickster caught her scent instantly and eyed her carefully. He was biding his time.

She never looked over his way at all and in fact didn’t seem to notice that she was not alone.

This suited him fine. It made it easier.

The young girl who was dressed in russets and reds with golds mixed into her dress that was layers in all these rich colors. Her golden hair hung thick over her shoulders.

The fox thought he could see something stick out of her hair. She either had big ears or she was wearing something.

It didn’t matter anyway, he had watched her enough and decided to go make himself known.

When he approached her scent started to change but he kept going towards her.

Just as he got within three feet of her, she looked up at him and smiled.

“Hello little fox, what are you up to today?”

He froze. There was something about her voice that wasn’t quite right. It had a lyrical ring to it that humans didn’t have.

He tried backing up it was too late. Now he knew what was sticking out of her hair. It was ears alright but large fox ears with a gold ring through the tip of the left one.

“Do not be afraid,” she said. “I will not hurt you.” She tilted her head slightly at him as if studying him. Then she got up from where she was kneeling and looked down at him.

He wanted to run but thought it would be most unwise. So he stayed quiet while she looked at him.

“You must not steal anymore and I think I like your fox form the best too so let’s keep you in that form from now on.”

The fox whimpered in protest. He could not shapeshift, no matter how hard he tried.

“I will know who you are now and so will others.” She took a small bell from inside her pocket and hung it around his neck. “Now all those who know the trickster will know that you are coming.”

“Now, off you go and stay out of trouble.” She turned away from him and walked away. A big bushy fox tail appeared out from her cape that she wore over her dress.

He shook his head and the little bell rung and instantly pheasants flew out of the tall meadow grasses startling him.

Now everywhere he went, he could be heard. He could sneak up on anyone anymore.

As time went the bell got a little quieter. He wondered if the spell was wearing off.

The fox decided to try it out and tried to sneak up on a flock of chickens but his bell rang very loud when he got close and all he got was feathers in the face.

During all this time he had not seen the fox girl and wondered where she was. He realized that she would be the only one who could remove the spell.

With luck he did see her in the same spot he had first met her. He approached carefully but she turned to him before he got to her.

Her ears fell forward and then backward. He didn’t know what that meant.

She grinned at him. “My fox trickster, you want to be free. You have to do something to earn that.”

His ears fell flat. Whatever she was about to ask, he would not like.

“To remove the bell and the spell, you must go into the forest and seek out the fox faerie. You will offer him the bell and he will most likely take it. He will ask you what you want for it in return. Tell him you want to be free and that is all.”

The fox was leery of all this and he did not trust her but he would do it. He knew where the fox faeries were.

So off he went into the forest. The fox faerie was leaning against a tree as if waiting for him. The hair on his hackles raised and he knew he was just tricked.

He whirled around but it was too late.

“You are not going anywhere my little friend. I want that bell.”

The fox faerie reached down and slipped off the bell and dangled it in front of his own face. He appeared to be quite happy with his prize.

The fox trickster had enough and once again whirled around and ran. No one stopped him this time.

In fact he kept running and running till he was far from the fox faerie and the young girl fox. He was in the far edge of the forest that he had not been to in a long time.

He took a deep breath and decided right there and then that this meadow would be his new home. He would not sneak up and steal things.

He would play a different game where he could probably win his way through. He smiled and trotted into the meadow sniffing and checking things out.

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