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[kiwipen]

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[EchoIre]

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[Eevee55]

The Fox's Secret



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Once upon a time, there was a fox.

The fox loved to play pranks, and seemed to think of new ones every day!

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The fox's biggest prank, however, happened completely on accident.

You see, the fox had a secret that nobody else knew about. They could turn into a dragon!

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They did not do this often, but sometimes when they were bored, they would head to the forest and transform.

There, they would run around, watching confused animals' reactions to the unexpected dragon.

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One day, while they were in the forest, someone from their town arrived, searching for herbs.

As they were looking around, they came across the dragon!

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They screamed and ran away before the fox could transform back and explain.

When they returned to the town, they told everyone about seeing the dragon.

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Most didn't believe the claim, but a few decided to visit the forest and check.

Of course, they found nothing because the fox had already left.

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When the fox found out about this, they realized they could turn this into a prank.

Sometimes when they knew someone would be visiting the forest, they would sneak after them and turn into the dragon.

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Soon, rumors spread throughout the town, though many still did not believe them.

Those who had seen the dragon gathered together, determined to prove they had been telling the truth.

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Finally, the fox decided to reveal their prank.

They explained that the group had seen them in their dragon form, and everyone agreed it was their most surprising prank ever.

The end.

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[Keryth]

Worried I might be pushing what qualifies as a children's book for the purposes of the prompt, so I hope this will suffice!

Word Count: 989

There once was a little prince, who had many tails, and strange, swirly eyes. He was different from the others, he knew.

He would play with the other cats in the garden, making fish out of nothing to swim in the air. The little prince would have a butterfly, there-but-not, dance through the air. The others would chase after the little prince’s creations, as happy as he was.

But the little prince was the only one in the castle that had too many tails, or strange swirly eyes, or could make animals that were there-but-not, and that made him feel alone. All the other cats shared things, and he did not.

The little prince pretended to not mind being the only one like him, pretended to enjoy chasing after his own there-but-not fish when the others taught each other new tricks with their magic.

One day, when the little prince had been left alone in the garden to play, he decided to find someone else who could make things that were there-but-not. He left to go explore the forest, excited to go on an adventure.

He was different from the others, he knew. The cats were different from each other, too, but it wasn’t the same.

The little prince didn’t want to be different anymore. He didn’t want to go back home, not when he was alone. He wanted a new friend, someone like him. One that he could teach new magic tricks to.

He walked deeper, and deeper, and deeper into the woods. The little prince only noticed how long it had been when the sun began to set. He peered at the trees around him, unsure of which was he had come from.

It was only then that he realized.

The little prince was alone, and very, very far from home.

He sat, staring at the trees. Maybe, just maybe, if he looked at them long enough now, he would remember the way back.

But it wasn’t working. The sky was starting to get darker, and darker.

There was something making noises in the bushes, making the little prince jump. He turned to look, imagining what it could be.

His mom, coming to find him? A bear, that wanted to be friends? A dragon, that had come to eat him?

Scared, the little prince watched as the shape came out from the bushes.

When he could finally see, he gasped in surprise!

It was a cat, with too many tails, and strange, swirly eyes.

“You’re just like me!” the little prince shouted.

“And you’re like me!” the cat from the bushes replied.

The prince sprung up where he has been laying, and made his fish that were there-but-not.

“Can you make fish, like me?” the little prince asked, his fish swimming in circles through the air.

“I can,” the cat from the bushes said, as bigger fish sprung into being to swim alongside the prince’s, “but I can make other things, too.”

The cat from the bushes seemed to focus for a moment, before starting to make something there-but-not. The little prince watched with wide eyes as it grew bigger than his fish, until it was as big as him!

The little prince looked at it more closely as the shape seemed to decide what it was going to be, surprised to find it was him! A there-but-not cat, with his too many tails, and strange swirly eyes. He batted at it, his paw passing through.

“You’re a long ways from home,” the cat from the bushes began, “where did you come from?”

“I came from the castle!” the little prince replied, “but I don’t think I want to go back if you’re here.”

“Why not?” asked the cat from the bushes.

“There’s no one else like me at the castle,” the little prince said.

“But if you don’t go back,” the cat from the bushes said, wisely, “then who will make fish that are there-but-not to play with?”

The little prince went quiet, and thought about it very hard.

If the little prince didn’t go home, and stayed with the cat like him, who would be able to make the fish in his place?

“I want to go back,” the little prince decided, “but I don’t want to be alone. There’s no one else like me.”

“There isn’t anyone else like you,” the bush cat pointed out, “for all that we’re alike. If I go to the castle, and you stay here in the forest, everyone will still miss you.”

The little prince thought about this very, very hard.

“Then you should come and play,” the little prince says, sure of his answer, “because I will still miss you.”

“Of course I will,” the cat from the bushes says, “who else will chase my fish?”

And so, the little prince followed along behind the cat from the bushes. He tried as hard as he could to remember what all the trees looked like, so he wouldn’t get lost again.

It took a very, very long time for the little prince and the cat from the bushes to walk back to the castle. After all, it had taken the little prince a very, very long time to walk so far from home.

As they finally walked through the gates, the other cats from the castle started shouting. They were happy that the little prince was finally back!

The cats from the castle threw the little prince a party to celebrate him coming home, and all the others had missed him. Having to play without him made all their games less fun, and all the cats in the castle had worked really, really hard to try and find the little prince to bring him back home.

He was different from the others, he knew. But that was okay, because even though he would sometimes feel alone, he knew the cat from the bushes would come and play soon.

[kiwipen]

Super sorry to everyone who's rushed to enter this, but due to my honeymoon falling on literally tomorrow, I'm going to go ahead and extend this to the 17th, which will give me plenty of time to enjoy my honeymoon and you all to finish your entries. :)

[kiwipen]

Allowing a late entry to judge, thank you all for your patience.