Who? The fox!

Hello dear brothers and sisters,

I want to introduce Lisalone to you now for the first time, with a short piece of text.
She is the main character in my novel 'Lisalone on the blue planet.'

Two strange looking girls, both very pale are standing before Lisalone.
> If there is one creature on this globe having a special connection to you, it's the fox!
My name is Eleonora actually. <  one of them said.
 Who? The fox?
Maybe she listened to PJ Harvey's Who the fuck a little too often yesterday evening, Lisalone thinks.

> And that's my twin-ghost Aronoele. We know it's annoying for you that we are some kind of girls, Lisalone. We know you prefer to be on your own but the fox fits perfectly to you. He's quiet and a very sensual type. His orange was so vibrant once that the squirls were jealous on it. He knew he was ment for you Lisalone. But things go terribly wrong these days. I'm sorry to say this, but your fox, he's ill. There are many other problems to be solved but first, dear Lisa, you have to fix the fox!<

Aronoele just nods. >Yes, please fix your fox yourself Lisalone<
There Lisalone stands besides the willowtree, all alone again. Perfectly one and alone.
The only thing she has to find out now, is where that soft foxy crying is coming from.
She does not know why, but she really feels like nursing this poor little creature.
Can it be that the fox is inside of the willowtree?  
Turning around the tree she finds an opening, looking like a gate in the shape of her own tiny body.

Inside it's all blue light. There in the middle he lies, a miserably pale looking fox, lying around a small light giving globe. A diamond, enchanting like the earth.

 

The fox´s most beautifull nightmare

The fox feels pretty disturbed. For a few days all animals came to him. They said he looked so beautifull when he was hunting the mouse. They called his movements stunning.  They described his colours, the spurting of the snow, the movement of his fur and all their eyes lighted. The owl even wrote a poem about it. And, the hare came to him, barely able to breathe. Saying a human-being  filmed the whole scenario. The fox did not notice, he was just busy with being.

It was just a funny game! It just felt good! But now the fox feels like things awfully changed and nothing will ever be the same again. The animals peep upon him with spacious eyes if he maybe does something stunning again. Well, there are times that the fox actually gets caught into play again and forgets about ´the show´.  But than afterwards he hears the voices. To my opinion the fox did not play that stunning today. Well, there was this one moment where he moved in a nice kind of way, but than he started to overact and it got ridiculous.Besides that, the snow is failing anyway! 

The fox feels really annoyed. Why can he not just fox around? The way the owl owls around and the hare hares!? He cries a long time in his fox hole because of feeling so broken hearted and left alone for no reason. When the inner storm is over he decides to look around like a little newborn fox. Isn´t it very likely that when you feel pushed through some dark kind of tunnel, there will be a light shining pretty soon?
Outside the sun warms and lights the earth, still wet from the melted snow. The birds sing their enamored song and the trees atomize their breathgiving aroma. The fox breathes and seeing, feeling and smelling all this beauty, he thinks life actually is pretty stunning, and sighs. It´s so good to be watching when nobody is watching!

Than suddenly appears a woman. She is on her way to take a bath in the stream. She wears a brocate bathing sooth and in each hand she carries an orange. It´s like she just comes walking out of a fairy-tale into his fairytale! Yes, stunning is again the word!
He enjoyes the view and listens to her singing. She does not notice the fox and just bathes.
No one is filming and he will never tell anyone about it.