The Fox

The Boy and His Fox

Once,on a dark day, a young boy was in his room. It was a small room,yet there were many things that would interest the boy for months. There were bookshelves full of fairy tales and myths. There were toy planes and stuffed animals he could read to or play with. 

Yet,the one thing in which fascinated him the most, was a small fox toy. It was the smallest of the boy's collection, and it was barely even held together. But the boy liked it and he named it Oliver. He always played with Oliver whenever he could. His parents didn't like that he played with such a ragged old thing. Yet he loved it and played with it whether his parents liked it or not.

One day the boy took Oliver to school with him. The others at the school laughed at his childish behavior in taking a ragged old doll to school. He sat alone that day,with only his fox friend to accompany him through the feelings of loneliness. He would tell the fox his troubles and the fox would listen,because that is what it did best.

And the boy loved the fox, because it always listened. He took the fox everywhere, people always told him to throw it away, but he refused, and kept Oliver with him for days to come

But soon, the boy's parents fell ill and the boy no longer spoke to the fox because, he too, soon thought the fox was ragged and old. He threw Oliver out, no longer wanting the poor fox. Oliver sat in the trash for so long until one day, a young girl, found him.

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Yeet

A cliffhanger. 

I might continue this story if you all want me to