Little girl
out in the forest-city,
Picking
flowers on her way to school,
Met a twenty
first century fox,
With glasses
and a half grey beard,
Lovely
child, take my candy he said,
and showed
her an ugly worm.
Now that
five whole centuries had passed
and no
grandma was waiting,
only a
mother with much forewarning,
had packed
her some nice sharp scissors,
Little
darling, trust no fox she said
Dead
children in graves nodded in approval
Off came the
ugly triangular head,
Did I
surprise you mister, she said
OOOww howled
the fox and scooted,
His faith
had just been uprooted,
The girl
smiled, this time the children had won
The joy of
his tattered worm was done.
She swiped
the blade clean with a tissue,
Chucked it
in the nearest chute,
Paused for a
moment, thanked mommy
she knew in
her world innocence wasn’t a virtue,
Then hopped and
picked flowers on her way,
Recounting
her lessons for school.
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