Sylvester the Fox Gets Out-Foxed/ A Children’s Story

Once upon a time down in the deep-South and far out in the country there lived a red fox. All the creatures in the area despised him for he always tried to swindle them out of any and everything they had. As sly as he was he always seemed to out-fox all the animals in his neck of the woods.

His name was Sylvester and he was so very proud of his abilities to be the most cunning of all foxes.

He rarely slept for he was so afraid he would miss something so he just took short naps. He always had one eye open and both ears tuned to hear even the softest sounds. He would lie back under the persimmon tree and soak up the warm sunshine while eating his belly full of the ripe orange persimmons.

Now it happened that there was a family of cotton-tail rabbits that lived just beyond the corn fields. There was the father rabbit named Ramone, mother rabbit named Sally and three baby rabbits named Pete, Conway and Lotus. Ramone was a very intelligent rabbit and took very good care of his family. Daily he warned them of Sylvester and his cunning ways. The baby rabbits were never to leave the den without one parent at all times. So they played near the edge of the corn field and around the lake near their den. Sally always kept an eye on them for fear they would wander too far from home.

One day Sylvester was lying under the persimmon tree soaking up the sunshine when he fell asleep. As he slept he dreamed about Ramone tricking him and all the creatures laughing at him for falling for the trick.

This made him very angry. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked all around him to see if anyone was nearby. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to muster up the energy to find some food for the day. He had eaten so many persimmons he was quite tired of them. He wanted some blackberries and he knew exactly where the best patch was. Stretching his long arms and legs, he proceeded to make his way to fetch some blackberries.

As he strolled along he happened upon Ramone coming back with a bag full of blackberries.

“Where did you get all of those berries?” Sylvester asked curiously.
“Oh there is a wonderful patch just beyond the trees. The blackberries are as big as plums but they won’t be there long for everyone knows about this patch. I wanted to be the first to get the best berries.” Ramone continued popping a huge blackberry into his mouth.

“Well I am on my way there now. I guess I had better get a move on and run the rest of the way. If I don’t the berries might be gone before I get there.” He snapped.

“It would be wise of you not to run because the bridge is out down at the foot of the hill. If you aren’t careful you will fall into the water and it is deep water there.” Ramone advised.” I’m just giving you a heads-up my friend. This heat is about to get the best of me.” He panted as he wiped his brow with his handkerchief.

“That is Nonsense! I’m going to run as fast as I can so I can beat everyone else. I’ll just be darned if I let all those delicious berries get gone. Why I had my taste buds all ready to enjoy those sweet black morsels. You had better hurry home and watch over your family. You never know when a wicked fox might sneak up on them and have them for dinner.” He laughed a wicked laugh and began running as fast as his legs would carry him.

“Keep your eyes open sly fox. Just keep your eyes wide open.” Ramone answered dismissing Sylvester’s ominous threat.

So Sylvester ran past the donkey, and ran past the cows. He ran so fast his eyes began to blur from the wind blowing past him. He pasted the tall hay stacks and the sheep that were grazing in the green pastures.

He pasted the tall pear tree that was hanging full of yellow pears. They would have to wait until a day or so for he had his heart set on those delicious sweet blackberries.

As he ran down the country road the dust covered his feet and he began to sweat profusely. The sweat ran down his face and into his eyes.

“I can’t stop the wipe my face because that will only give the others time to pick all the berries.” He mumbled.

Just then a man on a tractor emerged from a corn field. The noise startled Sylvester but he did not slow down one little bit. All of a sudden he plunged into the deep water. His eyes were so filled with sweat he had not seen the bridge had disappeared. He felt the cold water as it totally covered his body head and all.

“What in the world is going on here?” He gasped as he tried to paddle his way out of the water.
His newly bought blue jeans had caught on some roots and he had to pull and pull to get free. As he crawled onto the bank, the buttons on his shirt caught in the briars that were growing wild. He wiggled and he screamed until he finally pulled his shirt free from the briars. His eyes gazed upon his red and white checkered shirt.

“My shirt and my pants are just ruined!” He shouted out loud angrily. “Now I’ll be late and all the berries will be gone. It is that dang rabbit’s fault. He should have told me to take a short cut or better still he could have shared his berries with me.” He fumed.

So it came to be that Sylvester did not get any berries for he spent most of the afternoon picking thorns out of his fur. His clothes were ruined and he was covered with green slime from head to toe from the water.

It would have been much better if he had listened to Ramone and walked carefully down the road. Had he walked, he would have not have had the sweat running down his face into his eyes. He then would have been able to see that the bridge was indeed out. He had allowed his greedy desire for the blackberries to cloud his good thinking. Now he would have to sleep in torn wet clothes with the sound of growling hunger pains in his empty stomach.

Greed always leads one down the wrong path and laughs when one fails to listen to good advice. Always listen to good advice and don’t end up like Sylvester the red fox.

Question: Why did Sylvester fall into the water?

Written by Sybil Shearin
All Rights Reserved
Copyrighted 3-2012

Once upon a time down in the deep-South and far out in the country there lived a red fox. All the creatures in the area despised him for he always tried to swindle them out of any and everything they had. As sly as he was he always seemed to out-fox all the animals in his neck of the woods.

His name was Sylvester and he was so very proud of his abilities to be the most cunning of all foxes.

He rarely slept for he was so afraid he would miss something so he just took short naps. He always had one eye open and both ears tuned to hear even the softest sounds. He would lie back under the persimmon tree and soak up the warm sunshine while eating his belly full of the ripe orange persimmons.

Now it happened that there was a family of cotton-tail rabbits that lived just beyond the corn fields. There was the father rabbit named Ramone, mother rabbit named Sally and three baby rabbits named Pete, Conway and Lotus. Ramone was a very intelligent rabbit and took very good care of his family. Daily he warned them of Sylvester and his cunning ways. The baby rabbits were never to leave the den without one parent at all times. So they played near the edge of the corn field and around the lake near their den. Sally always kept an eye on them for fear they would wander too far from home.

One day Sylvester was lying under the persimmon tree soaking up the sunshine when he fell asleep. As he slept he dreamed about Ramone tricking him and all the creatures laughing at him for falling for the trick.

This made him very angry. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked all around him to see if anyone was nearby. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to muster up the energy to find some food for the day. He had eaten so many persimmons he was quite tired of them. He wanted some blackberries and he knew exactly where the best patch was. Stretching his long arms and legs, he proceeded to make his way to fetch some blackberries.

As he strolled along he happened upon Ramone coming back with a bag full of blackberries.

“Where did you get all of those berries?” Sylvester asked curiously.
“Oh there is a wonderful patch just beyond the trees. The blackberries are as big as plums but they won’t be there long for everyone knows about this patch. I wanted to be the first to get the best berries.” Ramone continued popping a huge blackberry into his mouth.

“Well I am on my way there now. I guess I had better get a move on and run the rest of the way. If I don’t the berries might be gone before I get there.” He snapped.

“It would be wise of you not to run because the bridge is out down at the foot of the hill. If you aren’t careful you will fall into the water and it is deep water there.” Ramone advised.” I’m just giving you a heads-up my friend. This heat is about to get the best of me.” He panted as he wiped his brow with his handkerchief.

“That is Nonsense! I’m going to run as fast as I can so I can beat everyone else. I’ll just be darned if I let all those delicious berries get gone. Why I had my taste buds all ready to enjoy those sweet black morsels. You had better hurry home and watch over your family. You never know when a wicked fox might sneak up on them and have them for dinner.” He laughed a wicked laugh and began running as fast as his legs would carry him.

“Keep your eyes open sly fox. Just keep your eyes wide open.” Ramone answered dismissing Sylvester’s ominous threat.

So Sylvester ran past the donkey, and ran past the cows. He ran so fast his eyes began to blur from the wind blowing past him. He pasted the tall hay stacks and the sheep that were grazing in the green pastures.

He pasted the tall pear tree that was hanging full of yellow pears. They would have to wait until a day or so for he had his heart set on those delicious sweet blackberries.

As he ran down the country road the dust covered his feet and he began to sweat profusely. The sweat ran down his face and into his eyes.

“I can’t stop the wipe my face because that will only give the others time to pick all the berries.” He mumbled.

Just then a man on a tractor emerged from a corn field. The noise startled Sylvester but he did not slow down one little bit. All of a sudden he plunged into the deep water. His eyes were so filled with sweat he had not seen the bridge had disappeared. He felt the cold water as it totally covered his body head and all.

“What in the world is going on here?” He gasped as he tried to paddle his way out of the water.
His newly bought blue jeans had caught on some roots and he had to pull and pull to get free. As he crawled onto the bank, the buttons on his shirt caught in the briars that were growing wild. He wiggled and he screamed until he finally pulled his shirt free from the briars. His eyes gazed upon his red and white checkered shirt.

“My shirt and my pants are just ruined!” He shouted out loud angrily. “Now I’ll be late and all the berries will be gone. It is that dang rabbit’s fault. He should have told me to take a short cut or better still he could have shared his berries with me.” He fumed.

So it came to be that Sylvester did not get any berries for he spent most of the afternoon picking thorns out of his fur. His clothes were ruined and he was covered with green slime from head to toe from the water.

It would have been much better if he had listened to Ramone and walked carefully down the road. Had he walked, he would have not have had the sweat running down his face into his eyes. He then would have been able to see that the bridge was indeed out. He had allowed his greedy desire for the blackberries to cloud his good thinking. Now he would have to sleep in torn wet clothes with the sound of growling hunger pains in his empty stomach.

Greed always leads one down the wrong path and laughs when one fails to listen to good advice. Always listen to good advice and don’t end up like Sylvester the red fox.

Question: Why did Sylvester fall into the water?

Written by Sybil Shearin
All Rights Reserved
Copyrighted 3-2012

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