My home
This is the story of a homeless Fox.
I was born here and was cared for by my loving parents. I lived here all my life running, jumping, hunting, and growing stronger. I made my den here with love and care, it has always been safe, warm and cosy. I met my loving mate here and raised my kits here. It is the forest, it is my home, or was.
Then the metal monsters came, controled by the furless ones. I looked in terror as the first tree fell. I saw the nest of the bird who sang happily every morning and whom I tried many times to catch, fall with it. Another tree fell, the nest of the crazy squirrel I chased many time fell with that one.
Then I saw my den crushed beneath the rolling feet of the metal beast as it moved to another tree. Tears filled my mate's eyes and mine and my kits huddled in fear around us. We all ran away, along with other animals who's homes were being destroyed.
Many moons later when the metal beast finally left, we returned to find our home, the forrest, gone, nothing left but broken branches, with dead leaves that were once green. My den was gone, nothing but the paw print of metal beast marking where it use to be. The songs of the birds who fed my family, silenced. The berry bushes who's berries were so sweet, gone, crushed beneath the metal beast. All food that my family needed to survive, gone.
With a heavy heart we slowly walk away from the only home that we have ever known, cold and hungry, as a cold wind blows our fur around. Winter will be coming soon. Where will we go? How will we survive? Why?