Huh. Foxes should really avoid corn fields. Birds are dangerous around corn fields.
"Told you, bro, we HAD to check the traps today!"
"And I told you! bro! they need to be left hanging for a while, or it doesn't count!!"
Wings crossed, the two crow brothers are looking up at their catch of the day : a fox, who, hearing them talk and sneer, is trying everything in his power to free his ankle... crashing down two meters now sounds like nothing all of a sudden.
"But bro, it's not everyday that we catch a foxy!! he could be escaping at any moment!"
"Bwahaha, yeah..." he pauses, sneering loudly as the fox panics more and more and just scratches at the rope hanging him up by his leg. "...Aaaaaany mooooment..." He gnaws on it a little, before finally giving up : plastic fiber rope...
"See? told you it's safe, bro."
"Bro! that's a ruse! look at him! don't you know these guys are crafty?!"
The fox's catching his breath, and rubbing his sore leg a little. "Okay guys, look, I'm sorry I shouldn't have trespassed. Please cut me down..." he manages to utter, panting, his mouth dry from the effort.
"More ruses, bro... but if we're careful, we can cut him down! don't worry bro, we'll make it count..."
"How so, bro??"
"Well, we need a new scarepasser!"
"And you think those would do??"
Both look the fox up and down, causing him to get even more nervous.
"It's perfect! Come on, we need not to let go of the slippery little fox. Gimme a wing..."
The bros take their captive down; he tries one desperate attempt to break out, but is immediately stopped; he's soon backed against the tree, beaks at his throat.
"What do you want??" he cries out.
"We want your clothes!" "Yes, all your clothes!" "Take em off!"
"...No??" he whines. "I said I'm sorry! please..."
A chorus of angry caws shuts him up.
"It doesn't matter if you're sorry!"
"We need them!"
"So take em off!!"
Sobbing and trembling, he obeys. Wings crossed, the crows sneer and chuckle as he strips down, until he's left in nothing but his underwear, trying awkwardly to hide his legs with his tail.
"Oh ho ho haw!!"
"Don't worry foxey, we've seen sillier undies than yours..."
"Yeah, when we terrorize the playground! haha!"
"Just let me go already!!" he whines. Another cawing session.
"Oh, are you gonna cry too??"
"Pray tell why we should do that, ya slippery little trespasser?"
"Yeah, criminal! no mercy!"
"I was dared to come here by my friend Sam! it was his idea!!"
The crows stop cawing and sneering.
He nods nervously.
"Well, you know what we hate more than dirty little trespassers?"
"It's dirty little rat bastards!! gimme a wing, bro, we'll tie him up..."
He protests again weakly; it's drowned by another wave of frantic caws.
"If what you say is true, we need to catch your friend and teach him a lesson too!"
"But we're not taking any chance with ya, you're gonna wait here while we do, in your little pullups..."
"We're gonna be back for ya, don't ya worry!!"
"But first we need to make our dummy!"
Shortly, the fox is left hogtied on his stomach, watching, as the crows quickly build a dummy and dress it up with his clothes; they stuff it with straw, and tie it firmly, before adding a crudely carved pumpkin for a head, and nailing the fox's hat to it with a kitchen knife. They add a warning sign as a last ominous touch to their creature.
"Cawww! it's perfect! look at it!!"
"Ya like it too, foxey??"
"It'll be even better once we catch Mr Foxy's friend, because his undies will be on it..."
"Oh yeeeah, and we'll tell him we would've taken yours, but you begged us to take his instead, because you ratted him out!!"
"And we're very fair and accomodating crows!"
"That, we are."
"Also he looks too cute in those!"
"Come on guys... you can't do that!" he pleads. One of the crows takes another piece of rope, and muzzles him.
"Why d'you do that for bro? if he's too proud to cry for help when just hung up, he ain't gonna squeal NOW, haha."
"True but his voice's annoying! haw!"
"Knew it. You good to nothing animal!"
"Bro, we've got other stuff to attend to."
"True! so long, sucker..."
The two crows triumphantly prop up their dummy, and carry it away, cawing and laughing, leaving the almost naked fox to wriggle alone.
1 year, 4 months ago
05 Feb 2020 15:07 CET
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