I'm a little fox and my mom was shot hehe.
The hunter took me home to his spoiled rotten children where they dressed me up like a little girl in all of their doll clothing and fed me baby food that did nothing but made me crap all of the house; making me easily punishable. I was beaten for months before I finally saw the door open; I then ran and ran and ran.
The wild was different. Running down the wide stretched road, I could only do one thing; look back. Something kept telling me to just go home. Poor treatment was better than being cold curled up in a ball on the side of the road, hoping somebody would find me.
I just kept going. For days I ran and ran, I had not a clue about the wild, I was a baby when I was picked up by the hunter. I fed off of twigs and damn grass and rank out of gutters to survive. I found my way to a little town where I am now living under the teeter totter at one of the local parks.
Looking for an owner to take me home :(
Until then, I will wait...
Unknown "Brads" Frisky
- 16 years, 11 months, 12 days ago
