Fox Hunt
By
Aimee Penley-Martin (13 yo)
Kasey pulled her woolen scarf more tightly around
her neck as she stepped out into the cold spring air; although it was almost
May the mornings were still crisp. Shep, her border collie bounded around her
feet in the ice tipped grass, eager to be out.
“Just taking Shep to the woods Mum.”Kasey called
through and turn to Shep.
“All right girl, we’ll be off soon.”
“Okay darling. Remember and watch out for the
hunt!” Her Mum answered.
Kasey quickly reached the gate and stile leading
into the woods. She loved the woods, especially in the early morning when it
was quiet. You could almost hear the life that resided in amongst the trees and
undergrowth. Hopping over the stile Kasey unclipped Shep’s lead and let the
border collie race gleefully ahead and out of sight. She wandered more slowly
behind, pausing to admire the dew sparkling on the cobwebs. A little way into
the walk Kasey was just picking up a stick when the sound of horns and hounds
reached her ears. She hurried over to Shep
and held tightly onto her collar.
“We don’t want you in the hunt now do we, girl?”
Kasey knew how angry the hunt got when they were interrupted and she had no
intentions of letting Shep be mauled by hounds.
Unusually, the hunt sounded as though it was
getting closer. Then, in an instant they were visible, pounding through the
forest and breaking the silence that had filled the woods a few second before.
Kasey unfroze and looked down, realizing that she was holding an empty collar.
There was no time to panic as she swung herself into a tree and scrambled
swiftly up. Looking back she saw a black and white shape streak across her
farmyard. No need to worry about Shep then. The hunt passed in a moment,
filling Kasey’s senses with the clamour of the hunt. She stayed, stunned, where
she was for a few seconds and started to climb down. She landed clumsily and
then began to run. Not towards the farm but after the hunt.
It was easy to follow the path of destruction.
Kasey noticed that there were drops of blood on the ground. She doubled back
until she found the fox hole; as expected there was a faint mewling from
inside. “Stupid hunt.”She muttered angrily. It was an illegal hunt, but nothing
anyone could do would stop it. It hunted in spring and orphaned many young
foxes who never made it alone.
Kasey reached inside and gently pulled out the
little fox cub. “Come on little one…” She murmured softly, wrapping the
creature warmly in her scarf and coat.
She sprinted back to the farmhouse, rushing
inside.
“What’s that you have there? You look half
frozen!” Kasey’s Mum asked. “It better not be another fox cub, we have little
enough space as it is.” Kasey just grinned and cradled the cub in her arms.
“Is there space in the cat basket?”
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