The story of the little fox
The Little Fox wanted to participate in a competition. The competition required writing a story of no less than five thousand characters. He racked his brain, thinking and thinking, but couldn’t come up with a single word. Sometimes he wondered how those authors managed to write so many words—it was probably mostly nonsense, he thought. Thinking that way made him feel a lot better.
To meet the word count, the Little Fox decided to go out for a walk. Maybe he would run into some inspiration. A month went by, and the Little Fox traveled to all the famous scenic spots he could think of. In the end, he realized one thing: traveling doesn’t bring inspiration; it only makes you feel like a worn-out mess. So, the Little Fox decided to do something practical instead, something that would give him something to write about.
But everyone was busy. No one was willing to waste their time on the Little Fox’s silly questions. So, the Little Fox had no choice but to find things to do while reminiscing about the past. He remembered that two years ago, he met a little cat. That cat said she had never seen a fox before and greatly admired him. The Little Fox had never been admired like that before and couldn’t help but feel a bit inflated. Every day, he would show off in front of the Little Cat, coming up with new ways to impress her.
One day, the Little Cat said she liked the Little Fox and asked if he liked her too. The Little Fox didn’t know what it meant to “like” someone; he only knew that he was happy when he was with the Little Cat. But soon after, the Little Cat left him. She thought that the Little Fox didn’t truly like her. The Little Fox felt a little sad, but he didn’t know what to say, so he started to feel a bit annoyed with himself as well.
The wind howled through the streets, and the Little Fox walked into a tavern to warm up. Behind the bar was Uncle Goat, who was mixing drinks, and a few scattered patrons sat around. The most eye-catching among them was a big yellow cow sitting alone, shaking dice and sipping on his drink. The Little Fox thought to himself, “This guy must have a story. If I strike up a conversation with him, maybe I can get some material for my writing.”
Just as the Little Fox sat down next to the Yellow Cow, the cow stopped what he was doing. The Yellow Cow looked at him and said, “Are you an idiot?”
The Little Fox replied, “Are you an idiot?”
The Yellow Cow frowned, “Why are you copying what I’m saying?”
The Little Fox shot back, “Why are you copying what I’m saying?”
The Yellow Cow glared at the Little Fox. “Even if you want to copy what I say, could you at least not sit on my tail?”
The Little Fox quickly stood up. “No wonder it felt so uncomfortable.”
The Yellow Cow asked, “Do you want to hear a story?”
The Little Fox eagerly nodded. The Yellow Cow cleared his throat and began, “Once upon a time, there was a mountain…”
The Little Fox immediately stopped him, “Okay, okay, no need. I’ll find someone else.”
The Yellow Cow asked, “You’ve heard this story before?”
The Little Fox replied, “Who hasn’t heard that story? Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and in the mountain lived a cow. Then the cow got caught and sold at the market for ten coins. From then on, the cow was used for plowing fields.”
“Pfft, that’s not the story I was going to tell!” snorted the Yellow Cow, annoyed. “Our cow tribe hasn’t plowed fields in hundreds of years!”
Then, they spent the entire night talking about everything under the sun. The next morning, the Little Fox gave up on participating in the competition.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
