Snow Fox

• Molly Nethery, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2009

Snow Fox


I stare out across the plains.
I wonder if I will make it. I start to walk and slowly turn it into a run. I keep going, running through the plains of snow, running, running. I can see the other side; in the forest there should be warmth, food and shelter. I keep running, it begins to snow, I keep running, the snow is getting heavier, I keep running. . . I fall. The snow is too thick, I can’t see the forest anymore, I’m tired, too tired, too hungry, too cold. I close my eyes and listen, listen, listen. I hear something, it’s getting closer, it grabs me, it lifts me, it carries me. I land on a cold hard surface.
Time passes, I open my eyes, am I dead? I feel empty, the light is burning my eyes. . . Forest, Forest I’m here, new home, at last, trees and animals surround me. I see something in the distance, humans, walking away. They stop, they stare out across the plains, I wonder if they will they make it. They start to walk then slowly turn it into a run. They keep going, running, running through the plains of snow.


By Molly Nethery