Authors Note:Right, this story just came to me while on a vacation-and listening to A LOT of Enya. I wrote this on a whim, and I'm not sure if it will live at all! (But that's just me. I hope it never happens.)

Anywho, I humbly dedicate some of this to the creative OC-ness of Star the Hedgecat-check her out, her stuff is awesome!!-and hope I don't botch it.

Please note that this is my first attempt at this kind of thing, and the survival of this story depends on your muchly-needed-desperatly-wanted-reviews. ^^

Ok, enough of my blabber, here it is! (Seriously, review and leave me your comments/suggestions/advice.) Enjoy!-Mimi Chandler the Fox belongs to me.

The fox sat at her desk, staring at the pristine white paper that was currently blank; giving her pink eyes a spectacular view of nothing, waiting to be written on, to display her work with pride upon its smooth surface.

She chewed on her pencil, her brow furrowed. She had had the urge to write; it had snuck up on her this morning and would not give her peace until she answered the call for literary work. Yet now, her mind was just as blank as the product of wood and water before her.

A sudden breeze through an open window of her room caused her hair to shift-long pigtails swaying lightly. The gentle but deep breathing of the wind skimming through the countless leaves of the trees beyond her home caused her russet ears to twitch.

A smile of delight and eagerness curled her lips. The wind had not only brought cool refreshment from the summer heat..

..but an idea that had been literally blown into her mind.

Bending over her paper with newfound fervor, she lowered her pencil and began to write...

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Several months later, the fox's high school hosted a talent show-giving the more ambitious of the student body a chance to shine and impress all with their skills in entertainment.

A task at which they were failing miserably.

Almost all of the young learners that were participating as the audience were bored out of their minds. They had had to endure horrible singing, lousy musical pieces, and a ventriloquist act that left them quite disturbed. As such, their expectations were not high when the next performer was announced.

"Introducing: Mimi Chandler!"

A chocolate-brown fox carrying a parcel of papers walked across the stage in the auditorium. It was not difficult for her to notice the glassy eyes and the hidden cell phones among her spectators. She inwardly prayed that all would go well.

When she was at the center of the stage, she took a breath and spoke.

"I can see that many of you probably don't want to be here right now, but I promise that this―" she held up her manuscript, "―shall not bore you in the slightest."

She cleared her throat and began.

"They say that love of the most pure is eternal: it never fades no matter how long the time, it lives on, even when it is separated by death, and, no matter how cruel or cold, can never be beaten or broken. Two hearts that grow together, two hearts divided and tested by pain, shall, perhaps, learn the truth of those words."

The auditorium and the more aware teenagers seem to fade and blur into the dappled green of leaves as the mirth of a giddy child can be heard...