The old man and the clockwork fox

There was once an old man, Who owned a clockwork fox. She was kept in a wooden box. He was a Cad and so had a plan. <br> The old man wanted to make fortune, He wanted to use his contraption, To make his life reach fruition. The fox played a broken tune, <br> And…

Fear.

Golden eyes watch, Scarlet fur bristles in fear. A bushy tail flees.

Clockwork fox

There was once an old man, Who owned a clockwork fox. Her crimson fur patchy. Her clockwork wound with a key. Soft ticks between each pause, Sometimes between the snap of her jaws. She had a troupe of hand puppets To help her tell her stories. <br> She loved to tell stories. She’d tell stories…