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Biggles ficlet: Biggles and Von Stalfox
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yhlee, for a request for ficlets about foxes having nice things happen to them, and decided to repost it here. (This has had a couple of very minor edits from the first version.)
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The fox was the most beautiful silver fox that Biggles had ever seen. It was sleek and lean, its dark fur silver-tipped except for black ears and paws, and a white tip to its fluffy tail.
Biggles sat very still, his back against a tree. The fox clearly knew he was there, but it seemed unafraid, its black ears pricked up alertly.
This fox was known to everyone in the aerodrome as a particularly clever one. It was able to get under or through even the most secure fences, and had been seen in areas as diverse as the mess, the barracks, and once curled up in the back of Biggles's machine, as cozy as you like. There was no place so secure that the fox could not manage to get into it, especially if it thought it might find a tasty meal inside.
Biggles also could have sworn it had a sense of humor. One evening it had somehow got into the officers' mess and stole a tasty fillet of salmon right off Colonel Raymond's plate. And got away scot-free, too. Everyone was too busy laughing to do anything about it.
Now, Biggles waggled half a sandwich in its direction.
The fox's disdainful look seemed to say, I should settle for a sandwich when I've grown sleek on salmon?
But it cautiously approached anyway, accepted a nibble of the sandwich, and then, to Biggles's charmed delight, placed one delicate paw on his thigh, and then climbed up into his lap and curled up in a sleek, silver coil.
Biggles sat very still, afraid to move. Then, moving ever so slowly, he laid the fox-nibbled sandwich aside to free his hands, and very cautiously placed a hand on the incredibly soft, sleek fur.
It was like touching a cloud.
The fox trembled a little, a brief shiver running down its narrow form, but didn't object. Biggles moved his hand slowly, stroking it. The fox allowed him to do it, and even settled its chin a little more comfortably on its small, neat black paws.
He ran his hand down the fox's long, sleek body, from its alert dark ears to the incredibly fluffy tail. It was the softest thing he had ever touched. Slowly he could feel the fox relaxing in his lap, as if it enjoyed the sensation of being petted as much as he enjoyed petting it.
yhlee, for a request for ficlets about foxes having nice things happen to them, and decided to repost it here. (This has had a couple of very minor edits from the first version.)--
The fox was the most beautiful silver fox that Biggles had ever seen. It was sleek and lean, its dark fur silver-tipped except for black ears and paws, and a white tip to its fluffy tail.
Biggles sat very still, his back against a tree. The fox clearly knew he was there, but it seemed unafraid, its black ears pricked up alertly.
This fox was known to everyone in the aerodrome as a particularly clever one. It was able to get under or through even the most secure fences, and had been seen in areas as diverse as the mess, the barracks, and once curled up in the back of Biggles's machine, as cozy as you like. There was no place so secure that the fox could not manage to get into it, especially if it thought it might find a tasty meal inside.
Biggles also could have sworn it had a sense of humor. One evening it had somehow got into the officers' mess and stole a tasty fillet of salmon right off Colonel Raymond's plate. And got away scot-free, too. Everyone was too busy laughing to do anything about it.
Now, Biggles waggled half a sandwich in its direction.
The fox's disdainful look seemed to say, I should settle for a sandwich when I've grown sleek on salmon?
But it cautiously approached anyway, accepted a nibble of the sandwich, and then, to Biggles's charmed delight, placed one delicate paw on his thigh, and then climbed up into his lap and curled up in a sleek, silver coil.
Biggles sat very still, afraid to move. Then, moving ever so slowly, he laid the fox-nibbled sandwich aside to free his hands, and very cautiously placed a hand on the incredibly soft, sleek fur.
It was like touching a cloud.
The fox trembled a little, a brief shiver running down its narrow form, but didn't object. Biggles moved his hand slowly, stroking it. The fox allowed him to do it, and even settled its chin a little more comfortably on its small, neat black paws.
He ran his hand down the fox's long, sleek body, from its alert dark ears to the incredibly fluffy tail. It was the softest thing he had ever touched. Slowly he could feel the fox relaxing in his lap, as if it enjoyed the sensation of being petted as much as he enjoyed petting it.
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What a clever and bold and beautiful and very pettable fox! Of course Biggles can lure him over with patience and a sandwich and the prospect of being petted and snuggled <3333
(I am DELIGHTED by the fact that everyone has agreed that EvS can be all sorts of animals, panther and cat and wolf and now a fox... not to mention the mouse in Biggles's pantry :-D)
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(P.S. When I read this my brain immediately went "Erich Von Vulpine", and I don't really know what to do with that.)
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This makes me think of Biggles feeding an actual wild fox that keeps showing up, Algy names him this because OBVIOUSLY, and then EvS finds out about it.
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Biggles should pet him more.
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I wonder what Biggles' animal is now. XD
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