SummerSun.

One day, Fox was trotting along the river, out of the woods, away from the trees.

Sparrow, who was gently gliding the air, saw Fox from way up high and wondered why he was out of the trees. So she landed on a branch ahead of the Fox and called out:

"Hey Fox, what are you doing walking along the river?"

Fox looked up, saw Sparrow on a branch ahead of him, and stopped walking. Then he answered:

"Oh Sparrow, Summer is coming and I am sad."

Sparrow cocked her head, then asked Fox again.

"Chirrup? Why are you sad? Summer is wonderful, with the bright yellow sun and the warm dry wind."

Fox shook his head and continued his slow trot down the river, pausing only to give Sparrow the same answer as before.

"No Sparrow, Summer is coming and I am sad."

Sparrow looked at Fox trotting sadly along the river, gave a soft chirrup, and then took off back to the skies, with her heart heavy and burdened by Foxes' answer.

And so Fox continued his walk down the river, his bushy tail trailing on the soft muddy ground of the riverbank. The Spring Sun rose up to the top of the sky, marking the afternoon's turn for the day.

Suddenly, Fish popped his head out of the water.

"OH Fox. It's you. I was wondering what was that black shape walking along the side of the river."

Fox continued to walk along the river, giving Fish the simplest of replies.

"That black shape walking along the side of the river was me, Fish."

"Yes I know, Fox. Didn't I just say that black shape walking along the side of the river was you, Fox?"

"No, you said you were wondering what that black shape walking along the side of the river was, and I said that black shape walking along the side of the river was me."

"No Fox, I said it was you who was that black shape walking along the side of the river but I was wondering who was the black shape walking along the side of the river before I knew it was you who was that black shape walking along the side of the river."

Fox didn't answer.

Fish dove back down into the river, just to shot back up again after five seconds.

"So Fox, I think you look sad."

"Yes, Fish."

"Oh so I was right then? Haha!"

"Yes, Fish."

"So why do you look sad Fox?"

"You think I look sad, Fish."

"Yes, Fox, I think you look sad, but why are you sad?"

"Yes Fish, you think I look sad and I think you think I look sad, yes."

"No,Fox, I said I think you look sad and you said yes, Fish. So why are you sad, Fox?"

"No, Fish. You said you think I look sad and I said yes, Fish. I thought you thought I look sad so I said yes."

Fish paused. But after three seconds he forgot what he was confused about.

"So, Fox, are you sad?"

"Yes, Fish."

"Why are you sad?"

"Because the trees of the woods need the setting Spring Sun."

Fish thought about Fox's answer for three seconds, but gave up trying to understand it and went back into the river.

So Fox continued walking along the side of the river. The Spring Sun was just setting.

Farther and farther Fox walked. He walked until he could go no further, because the river ended into a waterfall, and the water of the river fell in great showers down to the ground far below, while all he could do was to look at the great expanse of the sky just ahead of him, the rays of the Sun shimmered and glinted as it was slowly getting covered up by the clouds, as if the Sun was being eaten by a big, big bear with no dining etiquette.

Suddenly, the leaves of the woods rustled and the twigs of the ground snapped. Fox whirled to the direction of the sound, only to encounter another Fox, but a She-Fox this time. Fox relaxed.

"Hello, Shadow-coat." Fox said.

"Hello, Sun-tail." the She-Fox replied.

The two gazed at the setting Spring Sun, watched it disappear.

"What is on your mind, Sun-tail?" Shadow-coat asked. Her grey fur made her almost invisible now, as the night slowly came on. Only her silver orbs of eyes sparkled in the dark, and they gaze deeply into Sun-tail's own.

"Summer is coming, Shadow-coat, and I am sad." Sun-tail replied. And his namesake brushed the ground lightly when he said that, kicking up a small dust cloud.

Shadow-coat did not answer for awhile. But later:

"Summer is a time for happiness, Sun-tail."

Sun-tail turned to Shadow-coat.

"That is why I am sad, Shadow-coat. I am not ready to be happy yet."