Once upon a time there was a haunter Jack. The other haunters in the village respected him for his wisdom and courage, but also for his kindness. Jack had a tame fox Red, which he had raised since it was a puppy. Let me tell their story.
When Jack set a trap to catch a bear, he didn’t expect to come back home with a tiny fur ball. He was bewildered when he saw a trace of blood and red fur on his way. He got wind of a fatal fight. Probably the bear had already gone. Jack was a witness of survival of the fittest: the mother fox was too exhausted to run, but she protected her baby. Jack snatched the little fox and became an unwitting mother to him. Red was an outright puppy, energetic and playful. Jack couldn’t keep up with his fast growth. In broad daylight Red could create a chaos in the stable with horses, haunt on mice and chickens and fall asleep until Jack came home. That was their daily routine. The haunter would come home and hear a thud, then the fox would run and hide, and Jack would realize it’s a feint and find Red under the leaves behind the trees. Jack got used to living with a tame creature, and he loved Red.
