>>14407228THE FOX’S CHRISTMAS TALE - A CHILDREN’S STORY
by you know who
There once was a beautiful white fox who lived next to the sea.
Her house was on an island, surrounded by the ocean.
The white fox was lonely and shared her life only with her fleas.
She did not understand them when they spoke, for they were so tiny.
Even seeing each one was a hard thing to do.
The white fox was lonely.
She spent her days bored and drifting along.
One day the white fox checked her calendar while tidying her home.
Christmas was just around the corner!
She was excited!
But she soon remembered that she had no one to celebrate with her.
She was sad.
She only had her pesky fleas, infesting her.
They jumped and waved their tiny legs.
But she did not understand.
She was alone.
The fox did not realize, but the fleas loved her very much.
Despite their attempts to communicate, the fleas were never heard.
They were too small, too quiet.
The fox could not understand them.
The fleas all gathered within the beautiful tail fur of the beautiful white fox.
The fleas talked amongst one another and all agreed.
There must be a way to show their love!
They wanted to let the beautiful white fox know that she wasn’t alone!
A Christmas gift would be the perfect thing!
With that, the fleas went to work in secret.
Any time the fox was preoccupied, the fleas would depart.
They traveled far and wide.
To them, the fox’s home was like an entire world.
A scrap of discarded paper was collected and moved under a cupboard for privacy.
All of the fleas worked to move the massive piece of paper with their tiny bodies.
They gathered small shards of leftover, burned up wood from the fox’s fireplace.
They used the charcoal as makeshift pencils.
Their tiny bodies, their tiny legs, struggled to write out a heartfelt holiday message.
Words which were too large to see for a single flea were guided by friends watching from overhead.
The fleas worked together to make sure they were understood.
In secret, they wrote a letter for the beautiful white fox.
The fleas toiled through many sleepless nights, but always returned to the fox in the morning, safe in her warm white fur.
The fox was suspicious, she did not realize what the fleas were up to.
The pesky fleas no longer jumped and waved their tiny legs.
In fact, at times they disappeared altogether.
What they were doing, the fox did not know.
The fleas were up to something, the fox knew it.
However, the fleas were difficult to see.
Even seeing each one was a hard thing to do.
The beautiful white fox could not follow the tiny fleas to their hiding place.
The fox grew increasingly worried as the days went on.
She must do something about those infesting her.
One night the fleas gathered in their secret place.
The message was done! The letter was complete!
All of the hard work that the fleas endured was soon to be rewarded.
So close to Christmas Day!
In shaky, but entirely legible writing, the message was clearly read.
“Merry Christmas, Fox. Love, The Fleas.”
Even this simple message was almost too much for them.
Writing it was a herculean task for their small bodies.
The fleas each took turns signing their tiny names around the edges.
Before long the entire paper was filled, for the fleas were numerous.
To the fleas, it was a miracle.
Being able to finally communicate with the fox, whom they all loved.
Soon, all of their hard work would pay off.
It was Christmas Eve.
The final phase of the fleas’ plan had finally arrived.
They all dispersed from the fluffy fur of the beautiful white fox as usual.
Together they carried the burden of the letter outside the fox’s home.
Underneath the gap in the door, down the cobblestone path.
Down, down, toward the mailbox of the lonely white fox.
The winter was upon them, freezing them. They endured the elements.
They climbed the fox’s mailbox, the letter in tow, threatening to fly away in the wind.
They managed to lower the door and placed the letter safely inside.
They all escaped before the wind snapped the door closed.
Using their bodies, they leapt against the mail flag, raising it enough to give notice.
With that, the fleas returned triumphantly, cheering and laughing along the way.
The fox would soon know how much the fleas loved her.
She would no longer be alone.
They returned to the warm safety of her fur, happy in the thought of her.
