Scraggle Fox, was a scrappy fox, a diamond in the rough, as all city foxes were. His real name was just Fox, Scraggle Fox was what he heard people call him, not that he ever gave them permission, but was his known name to others really any business of his?
Scraggle Fox was an underdog, fox. He scrapped around for the big dogs in the city. You had to survive! Or else say goodbye! So he did what he did, and felt fine about it. He stole chickens from the city farm, but let the ones he could have a good conversation with ‘escape’. The rest of the stolen chickens went to the black market just outside of Chinatown. All manner of creatures would trade there, their wares were as curious as them.
So one night, at the night market, the black market in the black, Scraggle Fox ventured out, his big bag upon his back. He intended to sell something, something new, something rare. He’d decided to sell something that would raise eyebrows, and all hair, actually.
He delved into his bag, and pulled out his new wares for the market, as his tail excitedly wagged and the shocked punters yelled out “KEEP IT!”
It was a severed dog’s head, and it was hard stone cold dead! But it was dipped in molten gold to make it palatable. “My name will go up in lights! For this victorious delight! Of devouring the top dog’s power over us!”
“You’ve lost your mind Scraggle Fox!” “They’ll never allow this!” “It’s a hoax!” came the yells from the crowds that quickly gathered.
“I may be mad, and now we’re free! To simply play, and simply be! But you remember my name, as I’m victorious!”
“You are mad.” scorned one small creature.
“Scallywag!” called another creature.
“I’m a star! Ungrateful fools! The dogs are dead! They’re now mere gouls..” the proud fox cooed.
“So call me FOX from now on, I’m no longer scraggled, as you can see” the fox said as he closed his eyes distastefully.
“If no one will buy this, I’ll make it mine, it’ll crown my sceptre, and look just fine!” the fox considered with a smile as sly as sly.
“But you’re not our king!” “This isn’t a win!” “You said we’re free?!” called the alarmed market creatures.
The fox considered his fame and then thought with his heart, and then smiled at the game he was ready to start.
“All fox’s and dogs, and other night creatures! You hear me tonight, regardless of your strange features! We will live as we play! For this is one big game! But we are not all the same, so you REMEMBER MY NAME!”
Fin.