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Daron Caldwell and the Three Sly, Faithful, Skilful Foxes

A Fairy Tale
by Tony Carden

Once upon a time, there was a cute boy called Daron Caldwell. He was on the way to see his Uncle Aeron Midhurst, when he decided to take a shortcut through The Elder Forest.

It wasn't long before Daron got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Catty, but Catty was nowhere to be found! Daron began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Catty. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw a sly, faithful, skilful fox dressed in a brown sleeveless jacket disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Daron.

For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed fox. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Daron reached a clearing. He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from greens, a house made from insect jelly, a house made from pot noodles and a house made from Vegemite.

Daron could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.

"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Daron looked at the roof of the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously, it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, frightening Daron. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Catty!

"Catty!" shouted Daron. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Catty back!" cried Daron.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Catty out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, three foxes rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Daron recognised the one in the brown sleeveless jacket that he'd seen earlier but not the others. The witch seemed to recognise him too.

"Hello, Big Fox," said the witch. She ignored the others.

"Good morning." The fox noticed Catty. "Who is this?"

"That's Catty," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Catty would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the fox.

The witch shook her head. "Catty is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Daron interrupted. "Catty lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Fox ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Fox looked at the house made from Vegemite and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from Vegemite if I wanted to."

"That's nothing," said the next fox. "I could eat two houses."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door, and I'll let you have Catty."

Daron watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Catty to Big Fox. He didn't think Catty would like living with a sly, faithful, and skilful fox, away from his house and all his other toys.

The other two foxes watched while Big Fox put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Fox, Horse, Falcon. "Just you watch!"

Big Fox pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from insect jelly. He gulped it down, smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Fox started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of insect jelly, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Fox.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Fox never finished eating the front door made from insect jelly, and Catty remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Average Fox stepped up and approached the house made from pot noodles.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Average Fox, Horse, Falcon. "Just you watch!"

Average Fox pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from pot noodles. She gulped it down, smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After a while, Average Fox started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...

   ...and greener.

A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not a bush, I'm a fox!" said Average Fox.

"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."

"No! Wait!" cried Average Fox, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the fox away under his arm.

Average Fox never finished eating the front door made from pot noodles, and Catty remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Little Fox stepped up and approached the house made from Vegemite.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Little Fox. "Just you watch!"

Little Fox pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Vegemite. He gulped it down, smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After five or six platefuls, Little Fox started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.

He stopped eating Vegemite for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.

But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off propelled Little Fox into the sky.

"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Fox. "I'm scared of heigh..."

Little Fox was never seen again.

Little Fox never finished eating the front door made from Vegemite, and Catty remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Catty."

"Not so fast," said Daron. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house that is made from greens. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the foxes. He won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Daron.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Catty back."

Daron ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small campfire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from greens and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.

Daron sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Daron. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Daron's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from greens. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace, then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Daron was down to the final piece of the door made from greens. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Daron had eaten the entire front door of the house, made from greens.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Catty, or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Daron hurried over and grabbed Catty, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Catty was unharmed.

Daron thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Aeron. It was starting to get dark.

When Daron got to Aeron's house, his Uncle threw his arms around him.

"I was so worried!" cried Aeron. "You are very late."

As Daron described his day, he could tell that Aeron didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

"What's that?" asked Aeron.

Daron unwrapped a doorknob made from insect jelly. "Pudding!" he said.

Aeron almost fell off his chair.

The End