Many years ago I came upon a fox one day fishing by the river. He gaze was so transfixed at the end of his fishing pole that I was at once enchanted by his presense. I drew closer to him, cautiously, so as not to startle him and after he did not stir I settled myself upon a rock to watch him.
After a short while, I could no longer keep to myself.
"What are you fishing for?" I asked.
His long and sharp ears prickled on the afternoon wind.
"Oh, nothing in particular." he replied.
The fox's pole withdrew from the water, and I noticed he had no hook at the end of his line.
"You won't catch anything without a hook I'm afraid." I said.
"Is that so?" he said.
"Or bait." I added.
"Is that so?"
It was then that the fox turned to me. His green eyes sparkled brilliantly against the sunlight. I found I could not look away until he blinked them. His fur shined so softly that I thought I might like to wear it in the winter months ahead.
The fox grinned at me, and it was a pleasant and friendly smile despite his wild teeth.
"I think I do just fine without them." he said.
Now I know what bait looks like to a fish. However, it was too late to do anything about it because the fox never blinked again.
Created: Apr 04, 2014Bankaisland Document Media