A full moon high in the sky, its cool light robed the bleak mountain in the silvery splendor. A fox trotted out from the thicket. She sat up on her hinds, holding her front paws up like in a prayer towards the shining lunar face. She kept this stiff position for a long time. A thin white thread of breath could barely be detected coming in and out of her mouth while she was inhaling and exhaling
Fox genie
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