Summary

Kathleen Gray Nelson The Fox That Wanted Nine Golden Tails

The darkness was just stealing away when he came to the big hollow tree and knocked twice.
“Alas, Most Powerful One, I am here again,” he cried, as the dragon writhed [Pg 68] slowly out. “It is quite as bad to be a wise man as a pretty woman—one is stupid, the other useless. A fox is a far finer creature than either of them, so make me a fox again, O mightiest of living things, and this time will I be content for the thousand years to pass.”
“Will you never be satisfied?” snorted the dragon. “You are not willing to be what nature made you and you don’t like anything I do for you.
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Kathleen Gray Nelson The Fox That Wanted Nine Golden Tails

As the fox strutted feebly and slowly through the leaves and over the dewy grass where he had once scampered and frolicked, suddenly he saw a procession of all the creatures of the wood, with the monkey ahead, coming to meet him, for they were very curious to know if he would get his golden tails. He stopped and stood silent and haughty, waiting for them. They gathered around him, but said never a word. And so he cried out shrilly:
“Behold your King! I am the most wonderful animal in all the world.
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Kathleen Gray Nelson The Fox That Wanted Nine Golden Tails

Not even a bird was stirring as he sped over the cool, wet grass. The daylight had not yet crept through the thick leaves, and once he stumbled over a dead log and rolled headlong into a muddy hole. The only light he saw came from a frog who had filled himself with fireflies, and they now shone through his round stomach like a shaded lamp as he slept under a sheltering bush.
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