Written by: The Imprechaun of The Bog, Misty Storm, Poet of Mischief
Date: Monday, July 12th, 2004
Addressed to: Khepri, Goddess of Mischief
"It's a Fox!" Screamed the little girl.
She ran all the way home in a rush,
"Hide the chickens and the sheep in the old cave!"
Shouted a voice from the other side of town,
"I'll do it!" Screamed the little girl,
As she heards the chickens and sheep to the cave.
The next day...
"OH MY GARSH!" Screamed the little girl,
As she ran out of the cave in a rush,
"Someone killed all the chickens and sheep!"
The little girl weeped as she ran home.
At home...
"You... You.... Your the Fox!" Startled the little girl,
As she entered her house in a hurry.
"Indeed I am.." stated the fox, "And thanks for the dinner!"
replied the fox as he looked over the young girl.
"You... You... You tricked me!" Cryed the little girl,
As she fell to her knees in repent.
"I'm still hungry..." Said the Fox as a final momment is
spent.
Penned by my hand on the 24th of Lleian, in the year 133 MA.
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