Why The Sun Is Late?

The sun hadn’t peeked over the horizon yet, and the farm was wrapped in a chilly morning mist. Suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes appeared near the fence.

"Who are you? What do you want?" the Rooster called out, puffing up his bright feathers.

A Fox stepped out from the shadows, wearing a grin that was a little too wide. "I’m just a neighbor from the woods, stopping by for a friendly visit," he purred. "I noticed the sun wasn't up yet, and I worried you had forgotten to crow! I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

The Rooster wasn’t fooled for a second. He knew the Fox was looking for a snack, not a friend.

"Nice try," the Rooster clucked, looking down from his safe high perch. "Don't you know it’s winter? The sun sleeps in late this time of year behind these thick gray clouds. Now, beat it! I know exactly what you’re planning."

The Fox stepped a little closer, but the Rooster stood his ground.

"If I decide to crow right now," the Rooster warned, "the farmer and his big dogs will come running to see why I'm making a fuss. I don't think they'll be as 'friendly' as you are."

The Fox’s ears twitched. He took one look at the farm house, turned around, and bolted back into the forest as fast as his legs could carry him.