Sunday, August 5, 2012


A Short Fairytale
by Mimi Foxmorton  2012

Oh, she knew a wolf when she saw one.
And when Grandma closed her Great Big Eyes
and went the way of the lit Forest Path,
Little Fox found, hoarded, the untidy heaps of
unopened jams she had so mindfully carried
through the woods all those years.

~The End~

by Fox '13
"You grin and show me
the empty path you cut
through the dense woods.
From either side
green leaves beckon
offering false safety.
My old red cape drags behind me 
as I journey to the end
wondering when the wolf will appear.


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Marigold said...

Darn that forest path for Grandma, but how lucky for Red Foxy Hood. :)

kaykuala said...

A nice twist to the big bad wolf story. Red Foxy may well need to do some spring cleaning. Nice write Mimi!


Daydreamertoo said...

What a nice twist in the tale ...:)

Kay L. Davies said...

Poor Red Foxy, all that jam, and a fox unable to open the jars.

Heaven said...

Clever twist to the story ~ And nice to meet you at Real Toads ~

Aidz Giannini said...

Short sweet n wolves lurk

Laurie Kolp said...

Enjoyed this!

Anonymous said...

A large dumpster~I'm just saying. Clearing the dust and clutter of years can be cathartic.

Susan said...

hmm. Is this how we preserve the fruit of our time with the old ones? Had grandmother saved it all for little fox? And now, what will little fox do? "Love is something, once you give it away, you keep on having more!" Avoiding the wolf at the door, of course.

If this is not true, forgive me. I am lured into analogy by your pictures of scarcity and wealth.