The Injured Fox and the Helpful Snake

Almira Cortes

A fox was shivering from the cold, licking its wounds after harrowingly escaping from death –the jaws of a pact of wolves. And you could still hear the growling outside the hole he had found.

The fox waited with bated breath.

“Are you alright?” a melodious voice suddenly reverberated around the borrow with a hissing sound trailing behind the sentence. And that alerted the fox, making him immediately stand on all four from his position.

“Who are you?! Show yourself!” The fox growled.

“Don’t be afraid! I am a friend!” Then out came a snake, white as snow and eyes red as blood, slithering its way out from the shadows.

“A friend? Aren’t snakes known to have the habit of backstabbing others?”

“Must you generalize me? You do not even know me.” The snake argued and returned to where it came from, bothering to look back.