# Foxy Dream

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Deer, Fantasy, Fox, Human, Spiritualism, Wolf

Another real life dream fleshed out a bit. My Spirit Guide Fox does this sometimes...

    Foxy Dream - 2009-1009.0153
    OK, I'm trying to write one of these stories for a general
    audience. I'm an older adult, and it's frankly easier to use adult
    language, but I'll try to keep it clean.
    First off, I'm a Fox; that's the first thing you should know
    about me. Second, a Fox isn't a fox, the dumb animal. And I don't mean
    the group of Native Americans. No insult to them, they were here before
    us, and sorry for what my European ancestors did.
    Third, I'm dead. I mean the human I used to be is dead. I'm
    not trying to make Christians, Jews, and Muslims mad, it's just what
    happened to me. And I named the religions in alphabetic order, no
    insult intended.
    I've gotten a lot more sensitive to people's feelings as I've
    aged, and getting shot by hunters while I was trying to protect some
    wildlife is what got me this gig. Some of the hunters died too, shot
    by still other hunters, and they think being an animal themselves is
    a cruel irony.
    It's also ironic they depend on me to protect them from the
    humans who were their hunting buddies. Karma's a b- ain't it?

  Even if you don't believe in it. OK, a Fox is my term for  
someone who has the size and body of an animal fox but the intelligence  
of a human. Yeah, I'm not the best example of either, or even a good  
one. It's really depressing to think I'm the best the last Fox had to  
work with.  
  
I frankly never understood why blundering around the woods with  
a shotgun or repeating rifle could ever be called 'sport'. Maybe a  
hunter out there can explain it, calmly and unemotionally. I don't mean  
the ones who shoot game for food, butcher and wrap meat and hike it  
home; I mean the ones who kill and leave the dead thing. Sure, the Law  
of the Forest says some die so others may live, but people, that means  
EAT WHAT YOU SHOOT; if you don't eat, DON'T SHOOT!  
  
I tried to protect some deer cause they were an endangered  
subspecies, I got shot and killed. Sorry, youngsters, bad things  
happen in real life.  
  
The old Fox who found me and brought me back was pretty sad  
looking. He'd been in the woods almost fifty years, he was getting  
old, he was weak and he knew it. He couldn't get to the deer fast  
enough to save them all, he just made noise so they ran away.  
  

  He used up the last of his power saving me, his replacement.  
The first painful thing I had to do was watch him die, his little body  
like a deflated balloon as I shrank from human size to American Red  
Fox size, two and a half feet long and then about a foot of tail. He  
had to use my body to power the saving.  
  
I guess I had to learn humility, or that's all the body I  
should have. I never used the human one as well as I should, so  
maybe I had to start small.  
  
\*  
At any rate, the real problem was I had nobody to teach me  
how to be a Wildlife Protector Fox. I had to learn on the job. What  
I did have was a mind that got bogged down in the details, a skill  
for complex gadgets nobody could make in a forest, and a buncha well-  
meaning animal friends to protect. None had hands, most had paws;  
hooves can't get a grip on things.  
  
So making traps to catch hunters was out. Still thinking like  
a human, sigh. What I could do was move thistle and thorn bushes to  
slow em down, make it less 'fun' to slog through. The older forest  
animals had seen this from the last Protector, and knew how to help.  
  

  Deer hooves can't hold anything, but they can scrape ground.  
They made little grooves in the dirt. How's that help? Cover it with  
leaves, trail sign any cub who can walk would recognize, but humans  
rearing up on your hindpaws all the time're too far away to see. I  
don't think you even look, you expect \*us\* to watch out for \*you\*!  
  
Ha! You humans stumble around the forest cause it's rough,  
not smooth like a floor. Then you're too dumb to just stand still  
and get your balance, reach out to the life-force all around you  
and \*feel\* your way. \*Lift your heels UP, people!\*  
  
Nope, you keep walking, trip over the hidden grooves, and  
you're still too dumb to let go of the gun! You tighten your grip  
instead, and are stupidly surprised when it fires!  
  
None of this really hurts you. You just get mad, throw a  
temper tantrum, and blame the ground, or the woods. For not doing  
what you want?! I'll say it again,  
  
\*We're not here to serve YOUR needs!\* Get the h- over your-  
selves! Get in balance with nature, or you'll all die by her wrath!  
Even a Wildlife Protector Fox can't just wave a paw and push the  
evil humans away, best I could do was make em go somewhere else.  
  

  But I had the whole woods to protect, not just a few acres.  
Where were all the other Protectors? It was a shock to know, I was  
it. Oh, Boy, were we in trouble! Did Superman ever feel overwhelmed?  
  
But like a comic-book superhero, I did have some power with  
the responsibility. I found out about an hour later. The hunters,  
'sportsmen' they called themselves, were still bumbling around, making  
a racket even when they tried to be quiet. Hey, guys! \*We can hear you  
talking to each other!\*  
  
OK, I was the one knew the odd sound meant something. I could  
hear better than humans and smell them a half-mile away, and forest-  
dwellers hear and scent better than I can. But they're not bright  
enough to know it means danger; I am. So I sneak up to em and listen.  
  
Here's the fun part. I'm still dead, y'see. So I don't show  
up on infrared nightscopes! Especially since lots of humans don't  
know how they work, don't know how to set them up, don't know how  
to use them! I've actually heard humans say the dang thing ain't  
workin, there's no blinking dots!  
  

  They think it works like a videogame, or a movie, with grid  
lines and blinking red dots! "Here's the target, X marks the spot!"  
And some idiots think there's gonna be a beeping sound, like a trea-  
sure finder, wave it around and "... beep... beep... beepBeepBEEP!  
there's the animal to shoot!"  
  
I really wish the fate of the whole human race depended on  
these idiots! Just fool the few dummies, and the threat to us goes  
away!  
  
\*  
But of course it isn't up to idiots, and you humans don't go  
away. In fact you keep coming, closer and closer and think you have  
a right to cut down OUR homes for YOURS!  
  
I guess that's why the dead hunters are so mad they're forest  
animals now; they think they were better than us and it's not fair.  
Well boo-hoo, humans; guess what, life's not fair! But it's Protectors  
like me who balance the scale.  
  
It really digs their furry craw now to ask me for help! I say,  
let the stupid fools get run down by dogs! Let em get scared out of  
their wits, serves em right for doing this to us! Sometimes it's  
really tough to feel anything but contempt for 'sportsmen'.  
  

  That's how I feel, not what I do. See, my power as Protector  
flows from the animals I protect. If I mess up and someone dies, I  
feel it! Not just sympathy, I mean quite literally I feel their pain!  
  
And I feel weak and dizzy for a short time. So I got an incen-  
tive to do a good job; I lose when they lose, but I gain when they do.  
Yeah sure, the forest predators have a right to live, but so does their  
prey; so I insist they do their work quickly and cleanly. No suffering!  
  
And I can enforce the Forest Law I suddenly understood when  
the previous Protector passed the mantle, so to speak. I shrank, he  
deflated; but something passed from him to me. I've tossed other foxes  
and even some wolves away from prey because they were playing; but  
sometimes it's an old animal who got pushed aside by neighbors and  
can't hunt for him- or her-self.  
  
Then it's my sad duty to provide -- one animal dies so another  
can live. I do it quickly so there's no suffering; one's loss is  
another's gain. It may seem cruel, but the choice is this: old animal  
dies now, young one dies later; or young one dies now, old one lives  
awhile.  
  

  And if a member of a predator or a prey species happens to live  
and get old, I have to take his or her pain away. They die, and their  
suffering ends; and I gain their knowledge. When a youngster needs to  
learn, I help predators hunt and prey escape. I keep the balance of  
life.  
  
Maybe this is why Lester looked so old in spirit as well as  
body. Fifty years of life-and-death decisions would wear anyone down.  
I had to learn to stay out of fights for mating rights; even the girl  
got mad at me for interfering! Now I just watch and let the power flow  
over me, around and through.  
  
It feels really good to let the power flow. If humans kill  
animals, I get angry first. As Protector I can put the animals' pain  
onto the killers. After, they recover and run away. Most never come  
back, at least not to \*my\* woods!  
  
But more and more often they do come back, with more humans!  
Why the bloody heck do you humans feel it's OK to invade land the  
good earth provides?! It's not yours to steal, it's already some  
prey's feeding ground and some predator's hunting ground.  
  

  Animals kill only to survive. They feed, and leave the rest  
for scavengers, lower life forms, and plants. Then plants feed the  
prey, who feed the predators, and so on. It's nature's cycle.  
  
Humans just take and take and never give back. Well, not on  
\*my\* watch! Humans hate, and kill, and I have to get that hate in me  
because I'm Protector.  
  
So I'm gonna show you humans why you fear the unknown! You  
\*will\* remember why you fear the night! Every horror y'all have locked  
up in those brains of yours is mine to know and mine to bring forth!  
Y'all \*will\* fear these woods and fear the wrath of the Protector Fox!  
  
\*  
Good. I can feel the hate rising within you. Watch your forest  
friends fight and die. You can't help them with kindness. Let the hate  
flow, feel the power of the Dark Side ...  
  
In case you didn't know, George Lucas wasn't the first human  
to figure this stuff out. He wasn't even the first to write it down,  
ask Herman Melville. Or did you think Captain Ahab was a friendly old  
fisherman until he lost a leg chasing Moby Dick?  
  

  Talk about going over to the Dark Side of the Force! Ahab's  
insane hatred led to his and his crew (well, not Ishmael)'s death. He  
couldn't just let it go, a misfortune caused by his own stupidity. No  
one made him stand on the rope to the harpoon, he just wasn't paying  
attention and got the injury he deserved!  
  
A Wildlife Protector Fox walks a thin line between Good and  
Evil. Why not just kill the humans who invade my woods? Then they'd  
never hurt my friends! Kill enough of them, the rest will stay away  
too.  
  
And it would feel really good! Kill the killers, never mind  
it would bring me down to your level. And you call us inhuman beasts?  
Clean up your own thoughts and souls first, humans!  
  
I have to kill some animals so others may live. Kill the hunter  
before he kills us, it's a fair trade, right? I heard this argument  
even back when I was human, kill them before they kill us. Still used  
to trick people into wars and genocide.  
  
The forest needs both prey and predators to keep the balance.  
Too many predators leads to too few prey and starving predators. Too  
few predators leads to too many prey, too much eating, and prey starve.  
So sure, we need some humans as predators; but there're way too many  
of ya, and we prey suffer. And now you're having trouble feeding all  
those humans!  
  

  We're out of balance, and it can't go on forever. OK, I can  
only protect the woods, not the whole planet. Remember I said I can  
sneak up and listen to ya talk; some humans remember the balance and  
only kill for food. Them, I respect, and so do the animals. We  
provide for their needs. They kill, take the meat, leave the rest  
for scavengers.  
  
So I can't just kill every human, that'd break the balance.  
\*But I can kill the naughty ones, and I do!\* They kill for 'fun' and  
that makes em naughty, so I run up and I do 'that voodoo that Protec-  
tors do' that takes the animals' pain and puts it on the human.  
  
Then I keep the balance by letting predators and scavengers  
know someone's dead. The cycle of nature continues. If it's a new  
human I've punished, he's off-limits; he recovers and leaves. Ever  
been chased by a ticked-off Wildlife Protector Fox?  
  
It ain't pretty! And if I've seen the evil hunter before and  
know he's not just providing for himself or his family, then he's  
really naughty and I go Dark. That ain't pretty either; in fact it's  
terrifying. And that's the whole point.  
  

  Maybe George Lucas is a hunter and saw Lester or another  
Protector go Dark; or maybe he heard a story sitting round a campfire.  
But he pretty much nailed the unholy calm, the thunder and lightning  
directed at the human.  
  
What he couldn't show in a PG13 movie was what that does to  
flesh; leave a potroast in the oven a few extra hours and you'll see  
and scent what I mean. And that's about all that's left of some hunter  
when I get through with him!  
  
When his friends see me go Dark they get all goofy and run  
around like they're blind; so I send a few lightbolts in the general  
direction of 'get the h- outta here!' for em to follow. Leaves a weird  
circle pattern in the grass where he useta be and some odd burn marks.  
  
Some humans run when they see me coming, but I chase em out of  
the woods and into the cornfields. Then I catch up and use the light-  
bolts anyway. Crop circles? naw, just me Protecting the forest!

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