The Reaper's Fox

‘My, my, how did you end up here?’ thought the Reaper.

The fox, now awake, looked up at the Reaper’s face in an unfrightened and curious manner. For a moment, it paused, then turned its head at an angle and paused again. The Reaper had not seen a fox in a long time, but did not have the time to question its appearance, as he had to finish his work.
‘You may join me this afternoon as I tend to my field, then we can get you home.’

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