Kitten and fox. Story.

Clouds hung over the city for the third day. The rain did not stop for a second, then drizzling with fine dust, then turning into a wall of heavy drops. Not far from the side of the road stood a box from under the old tube TV. Only a visor of the entrance to the store saved her from complete getting wet. In this box, the kitten is weakly meowed, the once former a beautiful golden color. Now the kitten was a lump of rolled wet wool of an unexplored color.
The kitten was shaking, he snorted when the next drop, covered with a light wind, fell on the muzzle.
Passers -by, immersed in their worries, did not notice the kitten, hurrying in their unnecessary business.
A thick forest began behind the road, beautiful on sunny days, as if flickering with emerald light. Forest animals were easily saved from the rain, because high crowns missed not a lot of heavenly moisture at all. A young fox wandered among forest bushes. He was looking for what to eat. He walked for quite some time and, tired of a long journey, began to drink from a puddle. Fox noticed that he came too close to the road, but it did not fear him. He was not afraid of people, forest huntsmen did not offend animals.
Having closed with pleasure, Fox lazel already slower. Some kind of sound came to his hearing. Listening, he realized that someone was crying. Curiosity prevailed and, waiting for the lack of cars, the fox crossed the road. Crying, or rather meowing, came quieter. The fox went to the box and looked inside. He saw a kitten who, opening his eyes, was scared at first and hissed.
-Quieter, friend – said Fox, – don’t be afraid.
-I’m not a friend … I’m a girl. And who are you? – the kitten asked suspiciously.
– I’m a fox. And what’s your name?
– Mom called Dasha. What name people did not remember. And did not remember. People threw me away. And why only took … and how to call you?
– I don’t know … We have no names in the forest. Call me just a fox.
“Good,” Dasha answered. – What are you doing here?
– I heard you cried.
– I didn’t cry! – instantly, Dasha frowned – I ..
“Come on, quit,” the fox interrupted her. – I understand everything. You are sad and lonely. Like me. Let’s be friends?
– And how is it, “be friends”? – the kitten asked in bewilderment.
– Well … it means to support each other when it is bad, to rejoice when it is good, to warm it when it is cold.
“I’m cold now …” Dasha said with tears.
– We are now friends. If you let go, I will warm you, ”the fox suggested.
– Of course, climb, this is just a box.
– Click on me, and I will tame you with your tail. Sleep a little, Dasha, tomorrow we will go to the forest.
– Like in the forest?! He is so big! I’m scared to go there.
“Don’t be afraid,” said the fox, closing the kitten’s tail. – I will protect you, because friends do this.
– Then okay. Thank you, fox, ”the kitten said yawn.
Dasha froze, closing her eyes and basking. The last thing she said before falling asleep was “you know, fox, you and I are the same color. “.
The fox also fell asleep. He felt nearby breathing and warmth, which became a moment of his relatives, creatures. The evening was replaced at night, the rain is weakened. Through the lead clouds began to look at bright stars. The bad weather retreated.
In the morning they woke up at the same time. The kitten was afraid that he was just a dream about a new friend, but when he saw the fox Dashka rumble loudly. Fox grinned a good smile.
– You are ready? He asked.
“Yes, my friend,” Dasha answered.
– Well, then let’s go.
In the early morning there were few cars and they easily crossed the road. For a moment, Dasha froze in front of the forest. Drops of rain on branches and leaves played in the sun, which completely drove the clouds from the sky. She involuntarily admired.
– You are going? – hazarded her fox.
– Yes. You won’t leave me, fox, like people?
The fox went to Dasha, looked into her eyes and said:
– For nothing.
“Thank you, friend,” the kitten purred.
They entered the forest together. Red fox and red kitten. Side by side. Home.

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I most likely did not read you, so do not accept the following on your own: we have much shit, whose authors cannot be called writers in any way, so as not to insult the work of the creators.

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I read yours) quite soundly, though the amount of mimimi and naivety, and in truth, goes off scale, but if you look at what purpose the text was written, then everything is in the topic: 3

Some kind of illogical fairy tale. If there are no names in the forest, why did the fox ask the name of the kitten, if he also realized that it was a kitten, and he himself is stsuko foxes!
And in general, all this fairy tale tesak will deliver discomfort at the fifth point. Briefly carries from her.

Without arguments, all this turns into dust.

I got acquainted. What was published, as I understand it, typical non -phanthesis, full of naivety and infantility. But what is on Samlib is pretty good.