The Night of the Fox

The first night it happened Margaret awoke to find a small fox standing on her chest. She instinctively froze, not realizing she was holding her breath until the fox shifted his weight from his front to his hind paws. She felt the pressure of the animal ease off her cleavage and sink further into her belly. She exhaled, then stole a quick glance at her daughter, still sleeping in her crib. She could feel the fox’s stare as she did this.

Margaret blinked back to calm eyes, which turned her fear down to a simmer. Even in the dark room, she saw intelligence on his face. His expression reminded her of a day long ago when her grandfather consoled her after falling down the front stoop. The fox slowly lowered his long, thin nose. She saw the white of his chin recede in her field of vision as the plain of rust on top of his head expanded down the length of his body.

He tapped gently on her collarbone to get her to focus. When he was sure she was present again, he turned his head toward Ella. Following his gaze she saw that Ella had thrown off her blanket in her sleep. Margaret was reassured by the gurgling sounds only a sleeping baby could make.

With a quick wink he jumped off the chair–updraft of musk and the smell of fresh soil–and across the plush rug. When he approached the crib, he reached a paw through the slats, grabbed a corner of the pink blanket, and patted it over Ella.

Satisfied with his work he scampered over to the wall below the window and knocked. Three quick raps. Then Margaret heard the unmistakable sound of birds chirping before three starlings zipped into the room. One held a green ribbon in its beak, the loose end fluttering by her face like a butterfly.

The ribbonless birds swooped, picked up a Winnie the Pooh barrette in tandem from the mantle above the fireplace, and clipped it onto a small tuft of Ella’s hair. Blink of an eye. Meanwhile, the third bird dexterously tied the ribbon into a bow on the top railing of Ella’s crib. Four more quick raps. The birds sailed out and the fox hopped onto the sill.  He kicked out his right paw with a flair and gracefully jumped down into the flowerbed Margaret herself had planted that very morning. She saw the birds struggling to hoist up the screen from the lawn. Two paws helped them lift it vertically and the screen clicked into place.


Preposterous, Margaret thought. The very idea. She decided the whole sequence was a product of lack of sleep and midnight feedings. She picked Ella up careful to  avoid the birds’ pretty bow. She closed the curtains. A lullaby about silver clouds and blue birds and only loves popped into Margaret’s head. The more she sang it the more she grew convinced that the visit had actually occurred. She was singing still when she heard the sound of her husband’s alarm clock in the next room.

“I think a fox winked at me last night,” Margaret told her husband over breakfast.


Margaret recounted the strange event, describing every minute detail to convince him, and herself, of its reality. Her husband remained bullishly unphased. When Margaret finished her husband concluded between chews of his toast that it had been just a dream.

She took his hand to the pink bedroom. She showed him the green bow on the cradle. They discussed the intricacy of the ribbon’s lacing–far superior to either of their abilities. She lifted the curtain and pointed out the fox tracks in the dirt. She even hauled out her plastic bag of ribbons, dumped its contents onto the floor, and together they determined that they did not own green ribbon. She expressed her disappointment that birds, and not her own mother, had clipped the first barrette in Ella’s hair. It was the only thing during the fantastical night that she regretted.

“What do you think it means?” her husband wondered. She heard a note of psychoanalysis in his voice. He was still not convinced.

“I haven’t the foggiest.”

“Didn’t you ask the fox?” A ludicrous question in any other circumstance.

“It hadn’t occurred to me,” Margaret said.



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38 Replies to “The Night of the Fox”

  1. I love the whimsy of the birds and the fox coming to sort things out – very Cinderella-esque! And I like the contrast between that and the ‘real world’ ending, intrigued to see what happens next with this one

    1. Folk and fairy tales seem to be the theme of this week’s prompts, huh? I’m disappointed that yeah write is slowing down just as you appeared on the grids. Hopefully I’ll get to read more of your work when things pick back up!

      1. Yes, great minds and all that 😉
        I know, I’m disappointed too that the Speakeasy is taking a hiatus but I’ll be sure to come back when it picks up again…I really enjoyed my first attempt!

  2. Oh, I love this, Nathan! So creative and clever and delightful to read. And now I’m going to have that Ylvis song in my head for the rest of the day. Wonderful take on the prompts! 🙂

  3. Haha yea I guess this is way more original than mine. This reminds me of a sequence in a Disney fairy-tale (Snow white was it?) where a character gets helped by a ton of animals to clean a house. That and the video already imbedded in this comment section. You know which one I’m talking about. 😉

  4. I loved your story!! What does the fox say??? Ding Ding Ding Ding! I simply loved how there was physically evidence of his presence the morning after and that the whole experience wasn’t a dream. WOW, this was so creative and just awesome! ♥

  5. What a magical story, Nate. I can just imagine it being made into a Disney cartoon and being shown on our television screens on a Christmas Day afternoon, the whole family watching together. You have a story here that I am sure not only appeals to adults, but to children as well – just like J K Rowling’s Harry Potter.
    Beautifully written.

    1. Maybe early on the witch/evil queen that put a spell on Sleeping Beauty (or was it Cinderella? Or was it both?) did something to her animal friends? So in order to help SB unwittingly foiled an evil plot and that’s what started the witch’s hatred? I’m still figuring out how this connects to the fairy tale.

  6. Positively charming! I could picture everything like a scene from Cinderella. And then you knock me over the head with the obvious but crazy question: what would the fox say? Hah! You are so good, Nate James.

    1. Glad you liked it, Meredith. I was going for a “What did Cinderella’s parents do the first time the animals came to help her?” Your comment lets me know I got the tone right.

      1. I don’t read a lot of fantasy, but really enjoy it when I find a good story. You struck a great balance between fantasy and believable characters.
        And oh…I saw a beautiful fox in my yard this morning!!

    1. Good. My suggestion of that song wasn’t as subtle as I’d thought. 🙂 I tried to bury it since we had another song to showcase, but I just couldn’t get it out of my head as I was writing. Really glad you liked it, CB!

  7. Really interesting Nate. This really drew me in. Your stories are so visual, I could really picture this happening in my mind like it was happening right here in front of me. What does it mean indeed??? I want to know myself…

  8. Oh my goodness, I LOVE this!!! It’s such a beautiful fairy tale. Foxes make such awesome stories; they have so many different characteristics. Amazing amazing job with the prompt! Thanks for this. It really made me smile 🙂

    1. Wow, thank you, jetgirl. I didn’t have the time to edit this one as much as I’d have liked before I posted it. So your kindness and enthusiasm was a welcome surprise. So glad to give you a smile.

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