I lifted the sheets up to see if she was hiding but she wasn't there
either, so being the oh so curios me I went in search for the 'missing
fox'. Ever heard of the phrase curiosity killed the cat? Well imagine me
as that little puff ball of curiosity, I can't tell you how many times it's
gotten me into trouble. It's been a curse since I could remember, like
once when I was about 9 years old people would tell stories of how there
were 'shadow men' who lived on the roof tops. So being a very adventurous
and curios kid I decided to take a look one night and wound up having the
fire men getting me down from the roof and my father being very upset along
with a grounding of no television.
And then there was the time when we found that missing dog who ran away, well I ended up dragging Tom with me in search of it inside the woods one day. We got lost and it looked as though it was Mrs. Denmark who called the police and they did a search and found us. And again I was grounded, but even longer.
So it wasn't as though I was very cautious in that category then again things never do change. I walked down the tan white painted hall way and opened the door slowly to the guest room. I looked around only to see the nicely made bed, homey pictures, flowers, and a towel so we wouldn't have to get them one. The room really reminded me of a hotel room but dad insisted it be that way.
I shut the door and walked across towards the bathroom door. Opening it almost soundlessly I looked inside as I did the guest room, nothing either. Sea shells were in bowls and a sandy color were the walls you know the whole beach theme. But that's it, nothing special and no fox.
At this point I was getting pretty worried as to where Kit was, he never really ran off that much and if it were to of happen he'd always smell me and come running for attention.
"Kit! C'mon Kit!" My voice echoed through the hall way and I could hear my dad grunt with dissatisfaction of hearing me over the TV. I looked around me once more and there was still no sign of him, no bushy tail, no floppy oversized ears to laugh over, not even the sound of his paws scraping across the tile.
I looked at the last door in the hall way and sighed, there was no way that he'd be in dad's room it was always shut off. But I just couldn't shake the feeling there was something up so I clutched the handle and twisted while pushing it open slowly. The door made a slight screech of objection to the movement but once fully opened it was fine. And much to my disliking it was the same old room with nothing but a king sized bed nicely made, hanging plagues of glory, and pictures here and there. A very neat and organized room.
I shut the door once more and jogged down the stairs towards the kitchen, maybe he had gotten hungry and went to his food bowl to wait for me. Swinging through the swing action doors I looked only to see that the food and water bowl had not been touched nor was there any sign of him. I was getting a bad feeling about this and went to the sliding glass doors that went out towards our back yard.
Once I stepped out onto the wet snowy grass I started to look for a big mass of red or reddish brown, but still nothing. I heard a slight rustle come from near the shed and walked over towards it, then noticed a white tipped tale. My heart jumped with satisfaction and dropped with relief knowing that he was alright. I stooped down to his level and called to him, but noticed he didn't move not even an ear lifted.
"Kit, are you ok?" I could hear my voice crack a bit in the stage of worry as I moved him from under the shed. I felt something slimy and stick come over my hands and my eyes grew wide. I could feel the tears prick at the back of my eyes as I looked over my hands then at my fox. It was blood! Kit had a big lash on his side along with som cuts on his snout. I stumbled back crawling backwards away from the unconscious animal. Once I finally got onto my feet I ran and slammed the door while crying.
"Daddy! Kit it's Kit!" I scram until I found him running towards me curiosity all over his face.
"What's wrong with Kit? C'mon tell me!" He shook me hard and his grip was hurting my arms, and I could feel them pulse with pain but all I could do was point towards the yard. He finally let go and jogged out side towards the shed. I fell to the ground on my hands and knees feeling the hard stone hit them was like feeling a thousand needles come across them but I felt too numb to care.
My hands made big but slender and red hand marks on the white squares, then specks of it were erased by wet droplets that fell from my face. What kind of maniac would do that to such a beautiful animal? My heart lurched each time I thought of the sight. I heard footsteps and looked up to see my father bloodied and carrying Kit to the front.
"Call Mrs. Denmark to see if you can eat over there with Tom Kit is still alive. I'm taking him to the Animal Hospital and try to find out who the heck did this." He told me while walking out towards the car and slamming the door with his foot. I climbed to my feet once more and dialed Tom's number.
"Hello?" It was Tom, definitely Tom.
"Tom, ...Kit's hurt..." I stumbled across the words without meaning too, I didn't want him to hear nor see me like this but dad said to go over there and I didn't want to get yelled at later. Just as long as the others wouldn't see me this vulnerable. "Can I come over?"
"Yeah, of course! Dang,...yeah you don't even need to ask Miy." He said and we both hung up. I walked up stairs to clean myself up a bit just to look decent at least. Pushed the bathroom door open with my back and looked at my reflection. My hair was a mess from crying, my eyes puffy and cheeks tear stained, not to mention my bloodied hands made me look like I had just come out of a horror movie.
I twisted the silver nob and began to wash my hands clean and watch the red liquid go swirling around before going down the drain. I grabbed the towel of the rack and dried my hands and decided to pull my hair up into a bun, and splashed water all over my face then dried it. My eyes were still puffy but all in all I looked better. Pulling over my jacket I made my way over to his house and once there rang the door bell. Mrs. Denmark answered the door once I appeared in front of her she through her arms around me.
"Oh darling I'm so sorry about Kit! Don't worry he'll be alright I'm sure of it." Her soothing voice made me relax and feel better then before I came over. She finally let me go when Tom came over towards me.
"What happened to him anyways?" His voice was filled with pure confusion, and his face with disbelief.
"I don't know, ... I found him under the shed and he had a big gash in his side, and multiple scratches on his snout... it was horrible."
Mrs. Denmark pulled a slender arm around my shoulders and gave me a light shake while smiling.
"Don't you worry now, ... plus dinner's ready... and I know you like Japanese noodles along with fried pork...hmmm I was already going to see if you wanted to have some with us but didn't get the chance but it looks like you came anyways."
Tom shook his head while giving me that apologetic smile for his mom's action of what she said, that hadn't been my favorite but my mom's favorite. All in all though I still liked the food. We all sat down and dug in not waiting for Mr. Denmark who had made his way over to meet my dad at the hospital. Obviously he had called from his cell to make sure I went over there.
After the meal and much talking I said my thanks and made my way home. I slipped into the lighted house and made my way to my room. All the lights were still on since I didn't bother to turn them off. Half way up I noticed two dark red splotches on the tiling near the sliding glass doors. My hand prints. I sighed and went back down to get the cleaner and clean it up. I sprayed some Windex on the floor and scrubbed until it was all off, then walked into my room.
I fell onto my bed and snatched up my teddy bear. It was black, with a red soft heart nose, and holding a heart that said love me on it. It was extremely soft, Tom had gotten it for me for valentines day when dad was away. He knew I missed dad so he got it to make me feel better. I pressed it against my chest as I buried my face near the side of it's small one, and pulled my small blanket across my mass of a body then fell into a deep slumber of tears and sleepless dreams.
And then there was the time when we found that missing dog who ran away, well I ended up dragging Tom with me in search of it inside the woods one day. We got lost and it looked as though it was Mrs. Denmark who called the police and they did a search and found us. And again I was grounded, but even longer.
So it wasn't as though I was very cautious in that category then again things never do change. I walked down the tan white painted hall way and opened the door slowly to the guest room. I looked around only to see the nicely made bed, homey pictures, flowers, and a towel so we wouldn't have to get them one. The room really reminded me of a hotel room but dad insisted it be that way.
I shut the door and walked across towards the bathroom door. Opening it almost soundlessly I looked inside as I did the guest room, nothing either. Sea shells were in bowls and a sandy color were the walls you know the whole beach theme. But that's it, nothing special and no fox.
At this point I was getting pretty worried as to where Kit was, he never really ran off that much and if it were to of happen he'd always smell me and come running for attention.
"Kit! C'mon Kit!" My voice echoed through the hall way and I could hear my dad grunt with dissatisfaction of hearing me over the TV. I looked around me once more and there was still no sign of him, no bushy tail, no floppy oversized ears to laugh over, not even the sound of his paws scraping across the tile.
I looked at the last door in the hall way and sighed, there was no way that he'd be in dad's room it was always shut off. But I just couldn't shake the feeling there was something up so I clutched the handle and twisted while pushing it open slowly. The door made a slight screech of objection to the movement but once fully opened it was fine. And much to my disliking it was the same old room with nothing but a king sized bed nicely made, hanging plagues of glory, and pictures here and there. A very neat and organized room.
I shut the door once more and jogged down the stairs towards the kitchen, maybe he had gotten hungry and went to his food bowl to wait for me. Swinging through the swing action doors I looked only to see that the food and water bowl had not been touched nor was there any sign of him. I was getting a bad feeling about this and went to the sliding glass doors that went out towards our back yard.
Once I stepped out onto the wet snowy grass I started to look for a big mass of red or reddish brown, but still nothing. I heard a slight rustle come from near the shed and walked over towards it, then noticed a white tipped tale. My heart jumped with satisfaction and dropped with relief knowing that he was alright. I stooped down to his level and called to him, but noticed he didn't move not even an ear lifted.
"Kit, are you ok?" I could hear my voice crack a bit in the stage of worry as I moved him from under the shed. I felt something slimy and stick come over my hands and my eyes grew wide. I could feel the tears prick at the back of my eyes as I looked over my hands then at my fox. It was blood! Kit had a big lash on his side along with som cuts on his snout. I stumbled back crawling backwards away from the unconscious animal. Once I finally got onto my feet I ran and slammed the door while crying.
"Daddy! Kit it's Kit!" I scram until I found him running towards me curiosity all over his face.
"What's wrong with Kit? C'mon tell me!" He shook me hard and his grip was hurting my arms, and I could feel them pulse with pain but all I could do was point towards the yard. He finally let go and jogged out side towards the shed. I fell to the ground on my hands and knees feeling the hard stone hit them was like feeling a thousand needles come across them but I felt too numb to care.
My hands made big but slender and red hand marks on the white squares, then specks of it were erased by wet droplets that fell from my face. What kind of maniac would do that to such a beautiful animal? My heart lurched each time I thought of the sight. I heard footsteps and looked up to see my father bloodied and carrying Kit to the front.
"Call Mrs. Denmark to see if you can eat over there with Tom Kit is still alive. I'm taking him to the Animal Hospital and try to find out who the heck did this." He told me while walking out towards the car and slamming the door with his foot. I climbed to my feet once more and dialed Tom's number.
"Hello?" It was Tom, definitely Tom.
"Tom, ...Kit's hurt..." I stumbled across the words without meaning too, I didn't want him to hear nor see me like this but dad said to go over there and I didn't want to get yelled at later. Just as long as the others wouldn't see me this vulnerable. "Can I come over?"
"Yeah, of course! Dang,...yeah you don't even need to ask Miy." He said and we both hung up. I walked up stairs to clean myself up a bit just to look decent at least. Pushed the bathroom door open with my back and looked at my reflection. My hair was a mess from crying, my eyes puffy and cheeks tear stained, not to mention my bloodied hands made me look like I had just come out of a horror movie.
I twisted the silver nob and began to wash my hands clean and watch the red liquid go swirling around before going down the drain. I grabbed the towel of the rack and dried my hands and decided to pull my hair up into a bun, and splashed water all over my face then dried it. My eyes were still puffy but all in all I looked better. Pulling over my jacket I made my way over to his house and once there rang the door bell. Mrs. Denmark answered the door once I appeared in front of her she through her arms around me.
"Oh darling I'm so sorry about Kit! Don't worry he'll be alright I'm sure of it." Her soothing voice made me relax and feel better then before I came over. She finally let me go when Tom came over towards me.
"What happened to him anyways?" His voice was filled with pure confusion, and his face with disbelief.
"I don't know, ... I found him under the shed and he had a big gash in his side, and multiple scratches on his snout... it was horrible."
Mrs. Denmark pulled a slender arm around my shoulders and gave me a light shake while smiling.
"Don't you worry now, ... plus dinner's ready... and I know you like Japanese noodles along with fried pork...hmmm I was already going to see if you wanted to have some with us but didn't get the chance but it looks like you came anyways."
Tom shook his head while giving me that apologetic smile for his mom's action of what she said, that hadn't been my favorite but my mom's favorite. All in all though I still liked the food. We all sat down and dug in not waiting for Mr. Denmark who had made his way over to meet my dad at the hospital. Obviously he had called from his cell to make sure I went over there.
After the meal and much talking I said my thanks and made my way home. I slipped into the lighted house and made my way to my room. All the lights were still on since I didn't bother to turn them off. Half way up I noticed two dark red splotches on the tiling near the sliding glass doors. My hand prints. I sighed and went back down to get the cleaner and clean it up. I sprayed some Windex on the floor and scrubbed until it was all off, then walked into my room.
I fell onto my bed and snatched up my teddy bear. It was black, with a red soft heart nose, and holding a heart that said love me on it. It was extremely soft, Tom had gotten it for me for valentines day when dad was away. He knew I missed dad so he got it to make me feel better. I pressed it against my chest as I buried my face near the side of it's small one, and pulled my small blanket across my mass of a body then fell into a deep slumber of tears and sleepless dreams.