The Fox Princess
A fox goes to the Palace to watch the Changing of the Guard. When a boy shouts “Fox!” she changes into a princess.
The Fox Princess
Hello, this is Jana, and I’m here with one of our Small Stories. It’s about a fox who can change shape. And although it’s very much set in London, stories of shape-shifting foxes originally come from Korea and the Far East
A fox went to watch the Changing of the Guard.
She poked her nose through the railings of the palace.
A boy pointed and called out, “Fox!”
The fox did not want a guard to spot her.
So she turned into a princess.
The guard opened the gate and bowed.
Inside the palace, the red-headed princess gazed around.
Everything was shiny and grand.
Then she smelt something nice.
She followed her nose to the kitchen.
The cook looked up.
“What would you like, Your Highness?” he asked.
She replied, “Chicken wings… And a saucer of warm milk.”
She went upstairs to a bedroom.
A footman brought a plate of chicken wings and a saucer of warm milk.
She ate every last bite and lapped up the milk.
After that, she went downstairs again.
A young princeling smiled at her.
“Let’s play hide and seek,” he said.
She closed her eyes and counted to twenty.
She opened them. She sniffed. And she found him hiding under the grand piano.
They went out into the garden.
The princeling closed his eyes and counted to 20.
The princess turned back into a fox and hid under the shed.
The princeling searched.
He looked behind the trees and inside the summer house.
But he could not find her.
Then the King’s dogs came into the garden.
The fox felt scared.
She ran.
Across the grass, through the palace, and out of the front gates.
A guard shouted, “Fox!”
But she was gone.
Back to the park.
And that was the Small Story of the Fox Princess, written by Bertie, and read by me, Jana. And please don’t forget, if you support us financially, via PaPal, Patreon or any other way, you can ask us for a first name shout out. And you can take part in our monthly writing competitions. See Storynory for details.
For now, from me, Jana, goodbye. Song The Fox Princess
Count to twenty. Don’t look around. Listen out – for the slightest sound. Feel a shimmer, or a spark — A rusty streak, through the dark .
Shape shifts, flame flicks,
Moonlight shines, on your skin
Is this a game
Or the world we are living in
You’re so magical… Wild at heart. Princess of nowhere — Master of art.
You’re so magical… Seen, then gone. Only a pawmark Lingering on.
You’re so magical… Changing your face. Fairytale figure, Leaving no trace.
You’re so magical… Fleet and free. Princess of maybe — Who could you be?
