Once upon a time, the world was made up of villages with people and beasts living in harmony.
Once in every 5 years, bolts of lightening would strike, followed by a terrible earthquake.
Some villages were escaped the quake unharmed, while others were destroyed and the deserted villagers were left to roam with no place to go.
Alas, there was a gleam of hope, for those with no place to go.
New villages were formed, and the roamers were settled down in these new villages.
From the different villages, the roamers brought with them skills and customs unique to them.
In one of the new villages, there were conflicts and fights. But there was just the beginning.
Things did not change for the better as the village head was a hungry man. He craved for more food and made the villagers work hard for him. Things became worse as the village head start to pick on the village chief who was the leader and caretaker of welfare of the villagers.
Trouble was brewing in the north and somewhere in the east, a cunning fox waited patiently for its chance to shine.
Alas, a catastrophe happened.
By chance, cunning fox travelled to the north and took over as village chief. She was more concerned about her fur than matters of the village. She spent all of her time and effort carrying the village head on a pedestral and forgotten all about her villagers' suffering.
What happened to the village chief? - He fell from grace but was resurrected from the depths as he was a true leader and a hero in the eyes of the villagers.
- Foxtyrannies to be continued....
If I were to torture a fox, I would skin her out of her precious fur and throw her out in the cold...eeks...sounds cruel? yah I also tink so..but I feel like doing that sometimes... :P
Once in every 5 years, bolts of lightening would strike, followed by a terrible earthquake.
Some villages were escaped the quake unharmed, while others were destroyed and the deserted villagers were left to roam with no place to go.
Alas, there was a gleam of hope, for those with no place to go.
New villages were formed, and the roamers were settled down in these new villages.
From the different villages, the roamers brought with them skills and customs unique to them.
In one of the new villages, there were conflicts and fights. But there was just the beginning.
Things did not change for the better as the village head was a hungry man. He craved for more food and made the villagers work hard for him. Things became worse as the village head start to pick on the village chief who was the leader and caretaker of welfare of the villagers.
Trouble was brewing in the north and somewhere in the east, a cunning fox waited patiently for its chance to shine.
Alas, a catastrophe happened.
By chance, cunning fox travelled to the north and took over as village chief. She was more concerned about her fur than matters of the village. She spent all of her time and effort carrying the village head on a pedestral and forgotten all about her villagers' suffering.
What happened to the village chief? - He fell from grace but was resurrected from the depths as he was a true leader and a hero in the eyes of the villagers.
- Foxtyrannies to be continued....
If I were to torture a fox, I would skin her out of her precious fur and throw her out in the cold...eeks...sounds cruel? yah I also tink so..but I feel like doing that sometimes... :P
1 comment:
Nope, I think of the most cruel thought than yours. If I were to torture a fox, I would skin its skin off, and shower it with bathing SALT!!! Oh boy.... it's such a sinful thinking! Opps~
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