There once was a Fox, who had a very loving Master. the fox would sit in the bay window every day staring out at the forest beyond the cottage that her Master and his Wife called home, waiting for the Master to come back from his trips.
One spring day the Master left the house after patting the His pet Vixen on the head and telling her she was a good girl, the fox wagged her tails which there where 7 of and hopped up into her usual spot in the window to await his return. But he did not return.
Days became weeks, and weeks became months, months became years and still the fox sat in her window awaiting her Masters return.
Seasons passed from spring to summer. the Mistress bought the Vixen a playmate, a cuddly young Black fox kit, but the vixen only continued to watch the forest awaiting her masters return.
Season's passed again from summer to fall, the black fox kit was now a Hansome young Fox male, but the vixen, who had aged as well and now had grey showing in her glossy coat remained where she was in her window, staring out at the red and yellow forest beyond.
Again the seasons changed, from fall to winter. The Cubs play around there mother, the male fox curled up nearby asleep, slight grey showing in his onyx black fur. The vixen has become old. yet she still stares out the window at the snow covered trees, waiting.
Seasons change once more, from winter back to spring again. The black fox sits with his full grown children, enjoying their time together, the male has become old as the vixen had before him. The vixen is no longer in her spot looking out the window, in her place is a elegant wood and stone bead collar and a single red rose.
Laying nearby watching her mate and children play is the Beutiful vixen, snowy white and no longer collared nor with 7 tails but a full set of 9. Her Owner, and the Owners wife long gone. The house now belongs to her and her kin, for generations to come. She still sits in her spot, by the collar and rose, from time to time to think about her Old Owner and the kindess he once gave her, a single tear falling from her muzzle. But she no longer lets it rule her life, after all she has a loving mate to be with and a human's life is short compaired to a kitsunes.
