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"Where is my friend?"

Most think the woman rules the fox, but one wise person perceived in her half-closed eyes and parted lips the face of a sleepwalker, a beast of burden, not a master. This person drove the fox from the woman's shoulders with cinnamon and lye, but freed and wakened the woman walked in circles in the snow, confused, asking, "Where is my friend? I'm cold without my friend," and even led indoors and given food, she soon went out again, but the snow was no longer falling, and by the time the next storm rolled in, the fox had found a new mount--or so I'm told.


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Dec. 19th, 2016 01:08 am (UTC)
I saw that, but hadn't commented yet.

Kind of a bittersweet end to the tale?
Dec. 19th, 2016 01:57 am (UTC)
Good-bye! the fox had said gaily, time for me to make pocket watched from dandelion fluff and shards of ice.

And then, every time she glanced at the time she felt a bit of herself sliced at. Until she forsook moments for eternity.
Dec. 19th, 2016 03:09 pm (UTC)
Whoa. Very chilling. That pocket watch seems like something the Snow Queen herself might have.
Dec. 19th, 2016 05:46 am (UTC)
"Where is my friend?"

That's wonderful. It feels like a folktale from a culture I don't know.
Dec. 19th, 2016 03:08 pm (UTC)
It feels like a folktale from a culture I don't know.

That makes me very happy.
Dec. 20th, 2016 08:23 pm (UTC)
This what i thought, too. :)
Dec. 19th, 2016 08:35 am (UTC)
Nice! Reminds me of a story my father once told about how some horses once met another horse with a strange creature on its back. They asked the strange horse what was going on, but the creature answered instead with unintelligible noises. Perhaps if one of the wiser horses had driven off the enslaving creature, the victim might have wandered around dazed too, still looking for its "friend".
Dec. 19th, 2016 03:07 pm (UTC)
Very cool story your father told you! Do you know if it's one that came from a book, a folktale, or something he made up? It's especially haunting that the horse had lost its ability to communicate with wild horses.

Other thoughts: Friendships where one member of the friendship has what seems to be such an advantage over the other make us (rightly) uncomfortable, and yet when we're the rider, we want to feel like it's not really such a bad thing.

(I don't think the fox was bothered by these matters of conscience, however)
Dec. 19th, 2016 08:38 pm (UTC)
I assumed he made it up. It think one of the things that stuck with me was the change in perspective, something I've always valued as a writer (and observer) ever since.
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Dec. 19th, 2016 03:08 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad! Every now and then some idea like this comes to me.
Dec. 19th, 2016 12:10 pm (UTC)
this is so beautiful
Dec. 19th, 2016 03:08 pm (UTC)
Where you live, I can imagine you running into this woman, or this fox (be careful!)
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