A foxy tale

Mommy fox was out teaching her cubs to hunt.

Daddy fox was busy snoring his little head off.

“Why doesn’t dad help out”, little billy asked.

“now, now billy, mommy scolded, don’t be rude. Be obedient.

“Ok, ok”, huffed Billy, as he sulked and walked quietly back to their den!

Upon hearing them arrive home, daddy fox opened his eyes and looked around sleepily.

“Hey dad!” Exclaimed Billy, get up, dinners here!

Written in response to Melissa’s flash fiction challenge, and Fandango’s one word daily challenge.

https://melissalemay.wordpress.com/2024/03/11/melissas-fandango-flash-fiction-challenge-259/

https://fivedotoh.com/2024/03/11/fowc-with-fandango-obedient/

Author: Carol anne

I am in my mid 40's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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