The Black Fox

I also found a video called the Black Fox which was really neat.

The Fox and the Crow

I found this animation while tooling around on the internet and thought it was worth sharing here. It's called The Fox and the Crow. I'm sure most people already know the story and if not, now's as good a time as any to learn. Enjoy!

Fox Story Part 1: As told by the white fox Jack Morgan

The sun was shining the day I received my first commission. Bright rays of yellow shot down through the greenery of the trees, causing dust kicked up from the forest floor to sparkle like a cloud of gold fairy dust in the air. A gentle breeze passed through my fur and the leaves of the trees and amid the rustle I could hear a bird chirping. Everything was perfect. Even the flowers seemed happier than normal to me. I was glad to live in such a beautiful place.

I hadn’t always lived in the forest though. I can remember when I was a kit, running with my mother across a vast plain of white, snow and ice stretching for as far as the eye could see with only the occasional bush or stunted tree to mark the tundra landscape. All that white in my childhood may explain why, now, I seldom wear anything pale in color, especially white. My favorite tunic is a deep, almost black green accentuated on the sleeves and trim with red stitching. I wore it now as I walked the forest path toward the center of the wood.

The big oak at the center of the forest was larger than any other tree. At its base it had been hollowed out to serve as a sort of headquarters for the Rangers, those whose job it was to protect the forest people and maintain law and order. I felt excited and very fortunate to be joining their ranks. Not many of the vulpine persuasion had what it takes to become a Ranger and I was doubly lucky because, as one not native to the forest, I had had to learn the basics from scratch, a difficult but rewarding process. And now I was to receive that which I had worked for so long to achieve, a commission into the Ranger Corps. I wished my mother had been alive to see me now. She would have been very proud.

The President and Me: Two Poems Inspired by Obama

Poem the First

I went to buy myself a game

my mom said, "No, you're broke."

I went to buy myself a book

My mom said, "That's a joke!

"You haven't any money,

and there's none for me to lend."

I said, "Neither does the president

"but his mom still lets him spend."

But she said, "It doesn't work that way

"and you're not the president."

Then I said, "I guess I'll have to go

"and Join the government."

Poem the Second

The president and me

went out walking by the sea

I asked him to explain

what's wrong with the economy

and he rattled off some things

that I didn't understand

and he said, "Do good in school"

then he paused to shake my hand

and I really couldn't tell

If it was me or him

but for all his fancy talk

I thought he was rather dim

If you've got no money in the bank

then why take out a loan?

You've got to pay it back somehow

not just promise on the phone