The young fox was excited that he could finally explore the world outside his little home.
Once upon a time, there was a little fox that lived in a hole with his parents, his brothers and sisters. He was so small that his mother did not let him leave his home. But the little fox was an inquisitive one. He wanted to run out of his hole and explore the sunny world outside. But all day and all night the little fox lived in the hole. He slept beside his mother at night. During the day he waited impatiently when his mother went out to hunt food for him. As soon as she returned he would pester her with a million questions about the world that spread out like a green carpet, right out of his little house.
By and by he grew up into a sturdy young fox.
“Now you may go out and explore the world,” said his mother. “Come back and tell me about all those things that you see. I shall tell you what they are.”
The young fox was happy. He put on his hat and scurried out of the hole quickly. He sniffed at the fresh air eagerly. He gazed at the flowers dancing in the breeze. He tried to run behind the rabbits in the meadows. He looked at the big round yellow sun.
“My, my, what a big bright ball!” cried the young fox. And all day long he ran and skipped, sniffed and jumped till the sun climbed down from the sky and it became quite dark. The young fox was tired. He stumbled home where his mother was waiting with a bowl of hot milk and bread.
“I can see you had a good time. What did you see in the world outside?” asked his mother.
“I saw soft, fragrant flowers. I saw white, fluffy animals in the meadows. I saw bright insects flying past my nose. I tried to catch them but they flew away quickly. I watched a big bright ball that fell down from the sky. And everything became dark. And Mother, I saw a tall creature with long legs and hands. It was sitting on another creature that ran fast towards me. The long creature had a toy that went bang...bang. I tried to play ‘peek-a-boo’ with them, but they could not find me. I wish that creature on top would let me play with the toy. And I also saw a huge creature with a horrible cry and a long nose. He spread out his sides and flew away with a big noise. I was so terrified, I ran away.”
The young fox’s mother laughed. “Darling, that creature that you were so afraid of was a bird. You need not be afraid of him at all. But the creature you saw with a toy in its hand was a man with a gun. He was a fox hunter riding his horse. You can never be friends with them. They were trying to catch you.”
The young fox realised the danger he had been in. “Were they chasing me then? I thought they wanted to play with me,” he said sadly. “Mother I shall always be careful, I promise. I think a person’s character is more important than the way he looks.”