Zorro looked up at his mother in silence. It was a quiet, cold, blinding, snowy night. “What's wrong my darling?” said Zorro’s mother. “I can't sleep, mother.” informed Zorro. “Well, how about I tell you a story, will that help you fall asleep?” She asked Zorro. “Sure!” he said quietly but enthusiastic. “Well a long, long time ago, there was a world where all foxes lived in harmony together, but one day something drove them apart faster than a rabbit’s hop, something terrible. The NoClaws drove them out of their homes away from everything they knew, away from all the food. While the NoClaws feasted on prey, the foxes grew hungry and savage. One fox after another turned on friend, after friend, after friend, some even turned on their own families. They could no longer hunt in groups or all the food heard them coming, because of this, it got more dangerous to hunt. The NoClaws brought in wolves to help them and they trained them to what today is known as dogs. Then fox, after fox, after fox, had starved. The remaining foxes split into groups of 8 to 17, and went their separate ways, though some left to journey on their own. They traveled far distances away from each other and even farther when the NoClaws pushed them farther into the forests as they spread their borders with smelly rabbit paths and dens larger than ever. Now we know the fox groups left today as Packs. Now can you go to bed?” Zorro shook his head in a nod and lay his head on his mother’s arm. Wow! I can't believe that! I wonder what life was like when they were happy and together! Zorro thought many thoughts on the giant pack as he was dragged away by sleep. He wanted to journey and find as many different things as possible when he was older. I shall journey beyond Deer Valley and set off for a course! I will never fall short of hope!
I made the story its all by me its not fan fiction its my own story
