Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s “aw how cute” little pic by Al took me back a decade, to the first children’s book I wrote. I apologise in advance for the drivel it generated.
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Please click here to hear this piece read aloud in the most unimaginably appalling French accent:
The Fox’s Tale
Let me tell you who I am, they call me Phil the Fox
I am sad to tell you that I live in an old wet cardboard box
I live here in the city, I have to eat stale bread and buns
I would prefer life in the country but the farmers all have guns
My father wasn’t born here, he had to run away from France
He very stupidly stole a chicken from a man on a horse with a lance
It isn’t easy for a fox always living rough
It isn’t easy finding food, we never have enough
I would rather eat the gourmet meals, maybe frogs legs or gateau
I would like also to live well in a castle or chateau
Most people don’t like foxes, they prefer dogs or cats
But let me tell you, mes amis, we are much tidier than rats
I am a little naughty because I like to be amused
I like to play the little tricks and make the people quite confused
That’s why I write this poem because you see, my dears
It is Sunday morning once again and I have no original ideas