Birds And The Fox

Under the magical glow of a full moon that looked like a giant, shining dollar pancake, two little birds with bright red tops and very curious, big white eyes perched in their favorite green tree. The midnight sky was dark, twinkling with stars like confetti. They were wide awake, chirping and peeking from the branches, sharing whispers and waiting for the sun.

Suddenly, from behind the rough tree trunk, a pair of even bigger, super-surprised white eyes appeared, followed by a pair of pointed orange ears and an orange tail. It was the friendly neighborhood fox, looking totally bamboozled by the moon!

"Whoa! What are you looking at, Mr. Fox?" chirped the red-headed birds in unison, startled but curious.

"Well, look at you two up there!" gasped the fox, his eyes practically popping out. "I was looking for some midnight minnows in the creek, but they’re nowhere to be found! Do you know where all the fish are hiding?"

The two little birds let out a tiny giggle. "Mr. Fox, the fish aren't gone; they're just getting their Zzz’s, just like everyone should be!" explained the topmost bird. "They sleep at night and play in the sun, just like kids do. You’ve got to do your fishing during the daytime!"

"Sleep? During the daytime? How silly of me!" chuckled the fox, scratching his fuzzy head. "Thanks for the tip! I guess I’ll head home and come back tomorrow. But why are you two still awake?"

"Oh, we’re super excited!" chirped the bottom bird. "We’re planning our big trip to the big, golden fields tomorrow afternoon. After all the farmers finished cutting down the tall corn and hay, the ground is covered in delicious, extra seeds that fell. It's a treasure hunt for us, and we’re going to have the best feast!"

"Mmm, treasure hunt fields..." the fox sighed dreamily, before his eyes got a serious, worried look. "Just be sure to be quick! Sometimes when the harvest is done, farmers have special birds – big ones with scarecrow clothes – that watch the fields and they might chase you away!"

"Scarecrows? We’re not afraid of them, they're just straw!" chirped the other bird, puffed up in bravery. "But we’ll keep our big eyes wide open, promise!"

"Okay then," yawned the fox, "as long as you promise. Goodnight, my red-headed friends. I’m going to go count sheep till morning!"

"Goodnight, Mr. Fox!" sang the birds as the fox trotted back toward his cozy den. Soon, the only sound was the peaceful whoosh-whoosh of the night air as the two birds snuggled close, safe in their big green tree, dreaming of golden fields, delicious seeds, and a sunny new adventure just waiting for them.