Maybe I would like to live in the desert. People ask me, what would you bring if you were stranded in a hot, sandy, desolate desert? Nothing. Maybe I'd just like to be a gila monster or a fennec fox, making a living in the scorching hot desert. It doesn't seem like a great place to live, but living in an expanse of golden sand and rocks and other amazing creatures seems nice. If I were a lizard, lying in the sun, my gray-green belly facing the corona, I'd be happy. I'd like to be a little fox, flopped on my side in between two rocks, catching the lizards and the small animals for snacks. And when it got cold at night, I'd wrap my furry tail around my nose to keep it warm. A struggle to survive even, would be a nice thing to have, when your life in the city is such a bore. Going to school is futile, it's not going to give me anything to remember throughout my life. I repeat all my days, the same exact thing, school, have no friends, eat, sleep. I just want to be an animal in the desert, no matter the challenges. Even if it was only for a year, a month, a week, day, an hour, I think I'd be content with that.
Her narrow face and small nose peeked out of the short and neatly trimmed bushes at the edge of our yard. We'd never seen foxes around here before, and dad had always told us to shoot anything that was even remotely dangerous or hostile that came onto the lot. But the vulpine here, her rusty red coat with its black stockings and soft furred white belly, we just couldn't look away from. We'd decided not to tell anyone, just watching silently from the safety of our window. The vixen trotted out into the open, and only then we could see the four small fox pups following right behind her in single file. She turned to give the first one a little lick on the nose, pausing to look at the others to make sure they were in line. A few at the back were idly chewing at the grass and playing with a stick, and their mother quickly gave them each a nip at the ankles before continuing on her way across the yard. The green grass was starting to fade into an ugly brown, crunching underneath the family's feet. They were farther along the yard now, and we couldn't see but the vixen's large tail and two of the babies' back feet, their tails similar in color but the fur pressed down and shorter. They had blue eyes, and the most beautiful pair I've seen on an animal in my life.