Scary Stories for Young Foxes: The City

A frightened Stranger stumbles through the Twisted Antler Wood. Wounded deep and mumbling, his pawprints filled with blood. Three young foxes sniff him out beneath the winter glow. They listen to his gasping tale while sheltered from the snow. A BARN holds swaying secrets, hung and dripping from its eaves. A SHADE plucks foxes from the night, invisible as leaves. THE RAGGED waits for helpless things while grinning in its tomb. A COLD MACHINE grinds foxes up and drools them in the gloom. THE CLICKING TEETH of hollow hounds resound down empty streets. THE LADIES smear their faces white and lure kits with their sweets. A FIGURE gathers paws and eyes with nimble Rubber Hands. AND FOXES wake to metal scrapes, their limbs pinned down by bands. Three young foxes knead the ground, uncertain what to do … Will turning tail save your hide, when the stories come for you?