Chapter One
The Orphan Fox
It was February in the northern alpine mountain range, Airnispanuki. Snow covered the towering peaks and frosted the magical silver woods. Boreal forests of white fir covered the land. Aspens started blooming green again. Great horned owls soared through the mountains, and rested on branches of trees. Foxes scampered and scrambled searching for grouse, pigeon, and the occasional turkey. Wolf packs ran down deer and sheep herds. Elk cried their beautiful high tune as if talking to the gods. This was Airnspanuki in the cross-month of February and March.
Bears were not the only ones to be cleaning up from hibernation. A little fox cub about five days old was curled in a fort of snow, after his mother died from being trampled by buffalo! The orphan fox opened his eyes by a few millimeters. The evening sun showed its light to the baby when he fully opened his eyes for the first time in his life. Struggling to climb up, the little fox raised his two tiny front paws up the one-foot tall hole. He finally scrambled up the hole after waving his paws frantically to find his way out. He scouted around at the scenery, his head and two paws poking up from one of many much bigger holes around the mountain. The fox with trouble raised the rest of his body up.
He fell down, with a slight "warf", which, even though I don't know canine tongue, assume he asked, "Ow that hurt! Why did you do that you stupid snow?" He tried again, and again, and yet again, and so on, and after the fifteenth time he voyaged up. The fox started puppy-walking east from the mountain he was on, Mount Bisson, the second most mountain to the north. But If you were to go to this mountain and not know where it is on Airnispanuki, you would think it’s in the north pole, near the Taiga.
After he traveled about two kilometers, like an angry lion, his stomach began to roar horribly. He did not know what to do with this lion in his stomach. The fox saw a bush with weird red things on it, and decided to place one in his mouth.
"You could 'taste' this red thing," the fox realized, and the roar seemed slightly saturated. Eventually, after the fox ate more berries, he became tired. Afterwards he had an unusually large body.
