“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes
What a cold wet night!
The lightening flashed and zinged and sizzled, blinding Momma Fox, Kit and myself.
Momma Fox and Kit didn’t act like anything bothered them. They curled up in an old abandoned coyote hole, wrapped their big bushy tails around their eyes and
WENT TO SLEEP!’!”!
The old coyote den was big enough for me, the two fox and whatever else might be in there with us.
I sat by the hole in the den, belly to the ground, head up, eyes open and ears HELD WAY UP trying to catch any sort of sound that just might, maybe, hopefully could be Mom calling me.
Even Dad calling…Dad or Mom calling would be a good thing.
If I heard either one, or both of them, I would pick up my little beaglie legs and high-tail it to them as fast as I could.
Yes I would!
No fool’n around…just jump right up, bark a good-bye to Kit and Momma Fox and head toward Mom, Dad or Mom and Dad’s voices!
If I had a long busy tail I would cover my eyes also!
Ah..No I wouldn’t…I didn’t want to miss Mom heading down the hill covered with ant piles heading toward the Forest…Mom wouldn’t be able to find me if I didn’t keep an eye out for her!
The wind roared causing the trees in the forest to bend and sway, creak and groan…
Low growling rumble and then another
I looked out of the den hole and saw sheets of rain pouring down, walls of rain…even large bouncing balls of ice splattered onto the soil in front of the coyote hole.
The wind screamed, the rain poured, the nasty ice balls stopped and more rain pelted down in their place.
The night wore on, the storm raged and raged and raged.
There I lay a tiny soul lost in the Forest, in a coyote den with TWO fox. Who would ever believe THAT!?!?!?
A tiny tear rolled down my left cheek and dropped onto the dirt floor…I MISS MOM!!!