The Fox


“The truth is…its all a lie. A charade of sorts.” The fox hopped effortlessly from the stone wall, well that is to say, what use to be a stone wall and now seemed more ivy, plant and dirt posed into a general shape of a wall. The fox rapped his paw against a stone peering from beneath the ivy mass. Ironic. We’re all part of this charade aren’t we?

“Whatever do you mean dear fox?” The badger was young and more than impressionable. He had grown increasingly fond of the fox, and his excitement was apparent. His whiskers twitched and bounced, his voice barely containing the eagerness for an answer.

“I don’t belong here. I have pretended long enough.” The fox sighed, a deep ragged breath that spoke of tiredness and walked a pace that spoke of age. “At first I thought it fanciful, to dress this part and dance among the trees. But I am tired dear friend. Tired of the lie.” They had reached the end of the hidden wall. Before them was the sea, brilliantly reflecting the stars above. A thousand thousand lights moving and flickering with each passing wave.

“What’s….what’s a lie fox?” The badger’s whiskers had stopped their dance, a look of worry crossed his face. “I don’t understand.”

“I don’t belong badger. I never did. I wasn’t meant for the woods or the fields or the trees or the burrows.” The fox gazed over the dark waves. “I was meant for the sea.”

“Preposterous! You’re a fox. Surely a fox is meant for the woods and the burrows and such!” The badger grasped the fox’s arm to pull him away from the sea but the fox held fast. “Come fox. Come away from there, come home.”

“I am home. I don’t belong here as the night does not belong to the day. As the cold does not belong to the warmth. I have been the trickster for far too long. It is time for me to find my way once more.” The fox turned and nudged  his nose to badger’s. “Burrow deep and live well friend. When the moon arises, look to the sea, for that is where I will dance.”

Closing his eyes, the fox turned and walked toward the tide. When his paws reached the water the reflections of thousands of tiny stars parted before him as a mother’s arms might part to welcome her child. The badger blinked away tears of confusion and sadness but felt strangely at peace. As the fox made his way deeper into the waves, the stars rushed to meet him, dancing and turning as if to a silent song until he was lost in their swirling light.


For the weary who don’t belong
Look out tonight towards the sea
For when fear and failure sing their song
The fox dances amidst the waves.

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Ty Mulholland

Ty Mulholland

Mastermind @ , by mastermind we mean fumbling, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants, accidental, ah s###! designer/creative. Ty is currently is the Creative Director @elevatenet and aspires to be a pirate.

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  • Becca Lingley

    Beautiful piece, Ty. Though I have to admit when I saw the title the first thing that came into my head was “what does the fox say?” 🙂

  • Mr. Ty – That was an exceptional little piece of writing my friend. That pen of yours does more than draw pretty pictures doesn’t it? Thanks for this.