Forward in time when disaster becomes a page,
Time and health is born into a different age.
Where mammal stirs in their quiet little home,
Average day they work and roam.
For not all the mammals embrace the silent life,
They could not stand to sit while the fruit is ripe.
No, they would rise to combat the stillness,
Change would arrive, the force and their wellness.
Out by the sun over the city street,
Down through the park, laughter comes to greet.
Children play, adults would talk and chat,
But enough of this bother, let's focus to the task.
Stride along to pass the playground park
Is a sly, but dumb, cheerful and stark.
Who then make a grin, wider than before,
With sunglasses in wear, to relax and explore.
From the usual, island green of wear,
A tie as fitted along with his debonair.
He wander the park, with a phone to peck,
Of news, gossips and his latest cheque.
His fur is orange as the set of the sun,
His style to play with accountable pun.
A vanguard of wit from outside the box,
A player of the game, Nicholas the Fox.
"What a day," Said the fox, act all and bright,
With every desire to the moment of the light.
"Three days off to spend my time alone,
Sad shame that Carrot cannot answer the phone."
Nick grumble and mumble beneath his words,
While his partner was sent to another world.
A world so close that he wish to go,
Into the rural town of Bunnyburrow.
Yet she insist, and this, Nick quote:
"There's something I need to deliver this note.
The plans for a party of the annual parade
As this is important, not some simple charade."
Nick would oppose, at all without a reason,
By this sudden queer of proletarian fashion.
How such one weakness that force him to pass,
By her bubbly eyes that pierce his armour brass.
And Nick has stay to where he side,
Among average mammals in their usual stride.
Nothing but boredom of their predictable time,
Doing the simple days that cross his mind.
He would spend his time with a friend or two,
But their days is booked, that's nothing new.
For ever since he join the security force,
His link to the past is change, but not with remorse..
Nick didn't mind the simple, quiet life
Instead in the art to con out of their strife.
With affirm nod by the choice that he made,
There's nothing else in the city he would trade.
For once in his life, he isn't some typical fix,
A sleazy liar that every mammal comes to persist.
Yet deep down, at a tiniest hint,
He miss the game of words that glint.
At his prime, his words carried to mislead;
Oh, the joyous deceit that they want to believe.
Much to tempt to break out of this chain,
To feel alive, once more, to hear their pain.
But no more, thought Nick, vow to never again,
His darken creed is but a faint of dream.
For there is someone that challenge his game,
And he lost it all, his money and fame.
In truth, he would have done it again,
Each loss he feels like a wound to mend.
For the victor, the hare, bold but naive,
Had change his course to what he believe.
Did he see her that he wish to become,
A wish come true in a horde of scum.
They mock her , her size, her dream,
But she didn't sway, she was the flow stream.
Nick has always hide his deepest regret,
Deeper when he lost by a single bet.
Could he, the fox, become different then?
If he remain strong as hard as he can?
With a heavy sigh, the answer was at picture clear,
It bothers him more of his childish fear.
Shake of the idea of guesses and ifs,
He resume of his walk, the air has become rather stiff.
Late afternoon to another street,
Alone, with no soul, Nick wander to his fleet.
He later remove his sunglasses and store it away
As the sun is shrouded, no light, no rays.
From a turn at an unknowable block,
Strange, thought Nick, fate has a way to mock.
For he has seen every map and the corner,
But where he was was something out of the horror.
The Off Zone, deserted and barren,
A market once filled from times back when.
But the business dries, there is nothing left,
Only stalls and ruin of the quietness they melt.
While Nicholas explore this desolate mess,
His eyes then catch the attention to press.
A lonely shop that is covered in dust and filth,
The structure wasn't sound nor firmly built.
Yet Nick couldn't resist to enter at the mat,
Guess the saying goes, thought Nick. Curiosity kills the bat.
What reason to compel to enter this down, broken shop,
That is about to fall down and not simple kind with a mop.
Force like a puppet of strings being pulled
Into an unknown store like an idiot and a fool
For what he saw but simple trinkets and bauble,
Wares of antiquity that store not any little.
"Hello?" He called, vigil from his advance,
Till he wander throughout the store, browsing at a glance.
And there by a hint his eyes then shine,
At a glass case that is full of jewelry design.
Although the life of crime is but a distant past
One little deed is all that he would ask.
There is no one here except him and him alone,
No mammal wouldn't mind to take a rusty stone.
Displayed in a case that is truly wonderful,
Scores of priceless gems, perfect and colorful.
Topaz and diamonds, rubies and more,
But which one to choose, which one he could store?
He could take them all and gain a fortune,
He didn't brought enough bags to carry his boon.
For behind of Nick, a shadow has come to start,
With a gentle and respectable smile to part.