While running through a grove of trees, I wondered what I would run into. Suddenly from a distance l spotted another fox. He was looking down at Marshall, because that was his home until the humans chased him away. He asked me my name. I responded that I had none. He gently said, "Then may I have the chance of naming you?" I said, "I don't really mind, go ahead." The first thing that came out of his mouth was Snow. Then he said, "Your skin is so light, it matches the light color of the snow when the moon shines at night." So be it, I finally had a name, he called me Snow(Haa haa). When I had the chance, I asked him what his name was. He then smiled and responded, "My name is Tre', they call me Tre'!" Then he took off into the moonlight, and I never saw him again.

A week passed and I looked down at Marshall, wondering what life in the fast lane was like. Every night lights flashed from a distance. I mean, they really freaked me out. Like, what were they? I alsowondered if Tre' was down there? I was very curious. He was the last fox I really talked to. The others were stubborn, and they didn't have much interest in anything at all. And if I ever talked to any of them, they would ask if I'd seen any fast food. Anything from mice to rabbits were fast food, because they run away real fast. Now that's what I call fast food.

When I finally decided to go check out Marshall, it was a cold and windy night. I followed some others, and they went straight to the dump. I think it's called the dump because everyone dumps their trash there. The dump bored me so I went to explore the town. I went over to the buildings on the north side because they looked fairly new. Again there was no sign of Tre'. I went downtown and It looked like there were a lot of people living there. When I went further down I was on the frozen waters of the Yukon River. I looked up and there was Marshall, the lights all over the place, and a lot of things to look at. I finally found out what the lights were. They were street lights, snow machines, and all the lights in the houses. It all amazed me how these people were living because it was so alien to me. But they were not free like I was. I understand that they have laws they have to follow.

As the days went by, I was longing to go home, to be free wherever I may roam. The people here are not that nice. They throw things at me, even though I mean no harm to them. I guess they're just scared of me, of what they think I am, Rabid! So crazy, they may need some psychological or mental help, or someone to tell them the truth of what we really are.

Anyways, I am going home today, not only to be free, but to check it (home) out!!

By:
Norma Evan