The Fox, the Raven and the Cherry Tree

Once ago, there was a beautiful cherry tree in the middle of a valley. She was tall and noble, and believed none other was as beautiful as herself.

Except, of course, the raven.

The raven was quiet and cold. He didn't associate himself with the others in the valley. Everyone admired the raven.

Except, of course, the fox.

Ever since the valley was first created, the fox had been an outcast. All the other animals knew he was a sly trickster who could not be trusted. The fox was not like this at all, though. The fox was caring, but however he tried to get attention, someone else seemed to show how much they hated him.

No one else in the valley seemed to love the cherry tree as much as the fox. Hours on end he was sit at the base of the tree, wishing he could reach the stunning flowers on the high branches of the tree. He resented the fact that the raven, who could care less about the cherry tree, flew every day to another branch near but not on the cherry tree, and ignored the way she reached for him.

One day, though, the raven did not come. The fox, however much he disliked the way the raven looked at the cherry tree, had become accustomed to the raven on the branch above him, and wanted to know where he had gone. He promised to the cherry tree he would be back with the raven after long, and went off to look for his friend.

The raven was gone, though. There had been a snake in the valley for a long time, poisoning minds and using the animals for his bidding. Even with a the deer, the dog, the butterfly and the bird, the fox could not retrieve the raven. He returned to the valley, and to the cherry tree to break the news, but he didn't stay at the tree very long. The cherry tree saw the fox like this, so dedicated, and she wondered why she hadn't given him one of her flowers before.

The next day, the fox came to the cherry tree, but only lingered there for a moment. The day after that, he stayed for an even shorter time. Weeks passed, and soon the fox barely even showed up for the cherry tree. Each time the cherry tree saw the fox walk away, she wished she could go after him, but she was tethered to her spot in the ground by her roots, which held her down and in place.

Love too late is not love at all.


Sorry for the suckiness...the idea came into my head and I wrote it down. Yes, I know, it sucks, but I haven't posted anything in a while, so what the hell.

Review and tell me if it's bad enough to throw out my computer in shame!

----DragonWriter444