09 - Return of evil
This happened last week: The wolf is watching Little Red hugging and singing for the trees with considerable interest. Once it tried to hug a tree as well, withouth much success. Trees don't particularly like wolves, and so the tree in question told the wolf to bugger off.
Feet made a noise in the leaves of the forest.
A fox came walking towards Little Red and Wolf. How she knew, she didn't know, but she knew it was a fox; even though it was a
strange one. It was all grey and ashes dripped from its fur. It did not look happy.
Frightened, Little Red stopped. She knew who this was, but it couldn't be! She had-
Wolf looked levelly at the fox as if it was just a normal fox, and asked, "Who are you?"
Little Red interrupted, "H-h-he's Evil." She took a deep breath. "B-b-b-but I made him vanish! With my coffee machine!" The wolf cocked an eyebrow, as if to ask 'coffee machine?'
"I-have-come-to-take-this-girl-home," said the fox.
The wolf looked at Little Red. "What did you do him? Her? It?"
"Uhm," said Little Red. Then she explained. That he had come after her once when she was walking in the forest alone. That he
had been a man, and not a fox, but dripping ashes just the same. That she had saved herself by using the Coffee Machine, even though she didn't know what she had done, she had just made sure he saw it. The evil, ashen man had turned into coffee beans, and the coffee machine had used those to make a cup of coffee. And that the cup of coffee had been left in the forest. Obviously the fox had passed by and decided to drink it. Not a very smart thing to do, really.
Wolf looked at the fox. The fox looked at the wolf. Little Red looked at both of them, and got none the wiser by doing so.
"Are you trying to be funny?" Wolf asked the fox.
The ashen fox hesitated. "No?" it offered.
"Oh, ok then."
"Why do you ask?" asked the fox cautiously.
"You look like you tried to light a fire but failed to see the difference between it and your fur."
"Is it that obvious?"
"No, it just look like it," said Wolf.
"Bugger."
"Yes, I'd get a new coat if I were you."
"It's not easy, you know."
"What isn't?"
"Being evil," said the fox.
"Oh. Then why not being something different? Good, for example."
"It's not that simple. It's a curse cast upon me."
"Oh."
"Yes, you see, it's a hard life," said the fox.
"What happens if you're good?"
The fox hesitated again. "Pardon?"
"What happens if you're not evil?" Wolf tactically rephrased the last question.
"Uhm. Dunno?"
"You mean you've never tried?"
"Er, no," said the fox.
"Try!" demanded Wolf.
"But I can't!" cried the fox. "I don't know how!"
"You can start by being nice."
"How?"
"Leave Little Red alone," said Wolf.
Just then Little Red brought out her coffee machine -
- and nothing happened.
For a while. Then lightning struck. In front of them lay a ready made well-made steak. The only thing missing was cutleries and potato mash or chips, depending on your personal taste.
"That was not a nice thing to do," said Wolf to Little Red.
Little Red grinned and licked her lips.