The Fox and the Vole

There was once a very shy fox who lived alone in a heap of tyres by the riverbank. He wasn't an unhappy fox, not at all, but he was very reserved around the other animals that he didn't know. And so some thought he was very lazy because he seemingly did so little on his time.

One day when the shy fox was walking his favourite walk around the birches of Ms. Rabbit, he met a vole. She was a happy and fat and round vole who lived by the orchard in an old oak. The vole completely ignored his shyness and bubbled and talked a hole in his head. Even though the fox usually would be uneasy at this approach, the fat vole simply gave him no room to be. And like probably no animal could've predicted, they clicked like a jigsaw puzzle.

And many thought it was such a shame they became friends because the vole had so much more to offer than to a quiet fox they said. But in truth the fox was way better than the vole, and took such good care of the her, that she could never imagine a life without him. Because the vole wasn't all that bubbly happiness that was on the outside, for some time she had been quite depressed and cried a lot on her own, underneath the ferns. And despite her being a stubborn vole that didn't want anyone's help - the shy fox ignored her stubborness and fought with her and kept her warm in the night even though she hadn't admitted to be cold.

The shy fox was such a delight underneath his shell, he noticed everything around him, every branch in the trees, the flowers, the leaves caught in the sizzling river and the whirring insects in the low sun. He could talk endlessly, like a waterfall, with so many thoughts and ideas, because he had an eye for things that other foxes could never see.

The vole thought about him constantly when he was not around, because even though they seldom did much, they could just lie in the grass and look at the birds and the clouds - they still felt as complete as the sky.