Rupert S
12-29-2012, 12:03 AM
…
“Coyote, stop.”
“I will, but you know I’m right. Also, you know my name. Use it, Fox.”
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“Wait, wait. What are you talking about? This story isn’t good. It doesn’t make sense.
I’m not a child, and I don’t want to hear a fable about coyotes and foxes and have to suffer
the revelation of some moral you believe I’ve undermined at some point between now and
the last time you did this.” said Angeline.
“It’s this modern world. There are cities and cars and people in them. To say ‘people’
isn’t necessarily to describe what it is in the cities.” said Frank, “you need to learn that I
just want to tell you stories to help you understand who people are and that ‘people’
are unpredictable.” He left shortly after.
Angeline took a thick sweater to wear over her clothes and left her home.
She walked to a park, and the ground was covered with a fresh layer of snow even where the trees were so thick.
She walked to a park bench and sat and thought about the coyote and the fox and she smiled at a story she remembered.
She heard Frank tell it when she was young. It was about a fox and a coyote, and the fox and the coyote were
awful funny together in that story at that time.
…
“Coyote, stop.”
“I will, but you know I’m right. Also, you know my name. Use it, Fox.”
---
“Wait, wait. What are you talking about? This story isn’t good. It doesn’t make sense.
I’m not a child, and I don’t want to hear a fable about coyotes and foxes and have to suffer
the revelation of some moral you believe I’ve undermined at some point between now and
the last time you did this.” said Angeline.
“It’s this modern world. There are cities and cars and people in them. To say ‘people’
isn’t necessarily to describe what it is in the cities.” said Frank, “you need to learn that I
just want to tell you stories to help you understand who people are and that ‘people’
are unpredictable.” He left shortly after.
Angeline took a thick sweater to wear over her clothes and left her home.
She walked to a park, and the ground was covered with a fresh layer of snow even where the trees were so thick.
She walked to a park bench and sat and thought about the coyote and the fox and she smiled at a story she remembered.
She heard Frank tell it when she was young. It was about a fox and a coyote, and the fox and the coyote were
awful funny together in that story at that time.
…