• Story Snapper

    The Fantastic Fox

    The sun rested on the luscious auburn coat of a sleeping fox. Curled in a ball, snuggled in the bosom of late afternoon. I’d never seen tranquillity quite like it. Birds sang and the quiet wind blew, and there he was, the perfect picture of serenity. I had to get a photo. There was a fox sleeping in my garden! I took one with my phone through my murky kitchen window, but I needed to get closer. With my baby quietly playing in the lounge, I turned the key in our back door, slow, steady. I slipped my sandals on. Leaning on the handle, I opened the door and crept…