All fairy tales, folk tales, fables, epics, and bedtime stories are entirely original, unless stated otherwise. If, somehow, one is similar or just the same as another, it is entirely coincidental.
I may have special chapters for actual fairy tales, enwhich I will say if they aren't mine.
Chapters-
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 1- The Tale of "The Hunter, The Hare, and The Fox."
A chilly breeze crept through a small village, but no one noticed. Most of the village was gathered around a large bonfire, near the very center. They sat in a near-circle around the fire, save for one spot was empty. An man -neither very old, nor young- garbed in ratty robes stood, leaning against his old oak stick. At his heels sat a pure-white fox, sleeping peacefully in front of the fire. The man, who was neither young nor old, was a storyteller. He had made a deal with the village's leader, one public storytelling, for the price of food and shelter for the night. With a fox to feed, as well as his own miniscule stomach, he instantly agreed. He gazed into the fire, and memory tossed him a story. His voice echoed slightly, slightly gruff, and certainly dramatic. He began, and so the story played out...
Not too long ago, yet long enough for people to not remember very well, a hunter went out to fetch supper for his family in the nearby forest. After his long days work, he had just one trap left to check. On his way there, he ran into a red fox. He eyed it warily, knowing it would smell the freshly caught game in his sack.
"Good afternoon!" called the fox, he smiling at the hunter, "Tell me, are you off to check your last trap?" The hunter hesitated, but nodded after a few moments.
"Hoho" chuckled the fox, "I'd guess that you don't know, do you?" The hunter wasted no time and shook his head. The fox laughed again, "There's a hare in this here forest, that cannot be caught. By most hunters, that is. You have to catch him three times in a row, once per day, and he cannot be seen by humans, or he will escape." Distress played across the hunters face,
"How can I tell if it's that hare or not?" The fox smiled,
"Well, I could check your trap for you, for some of your meat." The hunter quickly tossed the fox a freshly caught hare,
"Take your meat, now please, check it for me!"
The fox snapped up the meat and trotted off to the hunters trap. Inside, a small hare cowered, trapped inside a wooden cage. The fox put on a sincere face, "Dear hare, do you wish to be freed?"
"Yes-yes!" chirped the hare, despite his fright.
"Tell you what," sneered the fox, "If you get caught in this trap two more times, in the next two days, I'll make sure you get away from the hunter." The hare agreed, the fox opened the cage for him, and watched him scurry away. Once he was out of sight, the fox snuck back to the hunter and declared "He was there, leave the trap for the next two days, he'll be back." The hunter thanked the fox, and went back to his home.
The next day, the hunter went hunting again, and paced near his last trap. The fox appeared again, and smiled at the sight of the hunter. "Dear hunter! Need someone to check again?"
"Yes!" cried the hunter, relief spreading across his face, "I'll give you meat again, if you wish!"
The fox sighed and looked behind his back, "Well, you see, my dear hunter, I am a starving fox. Due to hunters like you, I haven't fed very well lately! I'll settle for half of your day's catch." The hunter hesitated, but agreed and emptied out half of his sack for the fox. It fed monsterously fast, and then went to check the trap. The hare stood inside the cage once more, this time less frightened. Opening the cage, the fox whispered, "One more day!" and the hare took off. The fox, once again, went back and informed the hunter, who left with happiness and glee dancing across his face.
The third day came, and the hunter eagerly left to hunt. Once finished, he stood near his last trap, waiting for the fox to appear. When he did, the fox sighed once again. "I'm sorry, dear hunter, but I am active and need large amounts of food. I cannot settle for less than your days catch for my services." The hunter sighed impatiently, and emptied out his sack. Once finished eating, the fox went to the trap and spoke to the hare. "Good hare." he said, and after opening the cage, he promptly ate it. "Good hare!" he told himself, rubbing his very filled gut. From there, he left the forest with a full stomach, searching for another gullible hunter. The hunter himself waited until dawn of the next morning, when which he checked his trap and found the hare's bones near the fox's footprints. He stormed out of the forest, refusing to hunt there ever again.
"...and that" said the storyteller, "Is why you should never trust a fox." The group clapped loudly, but then a voice came from the party.
"What about that fox o' yours?" The storyteller laughed, "Trinket, you mean? I managed to trick her into my services. She's my pet fox now." Many wows and words of admiration came from the group, the same voice asked,
"How'd you do that?" The storyteller smiled,
"That, my friend is for some other time." and he left to retire for the night.
End Chapter 1
I hope to establish the storytellers actual name in the next few chapters. The tale of how the storyteller tricked Trinket is for a later chapter. I've been meaning to write something like this for some time now, but I couldn't think of enough tales for the storyteller to tell. I hope this 'Stories within a story' technique works out.
Oh, and please do not re-tell any of these tales without my permission. Or copy this story in any way without my permission.
I may have special chapters for actual fairy tales, enwhich I will say if they aren't mine.
Chapters-
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 1- The Tale of "The Hunter, The Hare, and The Fox."
A chilly breeze crept through a small village, but no one noticed. Most of the village was gathered around a large bonfire, near the very center. They sat in a near-circle around the fire, save for one spot was empty. An man -neither very old, nor young- garbed in ratty robes stood, leaning against his old oak stick. At his heels sat a pure-white fox, sleeping peacefully in front of the fire. The man, who was neither young nor old, was a storyteller. He had made a deal with the village's leader, one public storytelling, for the price of food and shelter for the night. With a fox to feed, as well as his own miniscule stomach, he instantly agreed. He gazed into the fire, and memory tossed him a story. His voice echoed slightly, slightly gruff, and certainly dramatic. He began, and so the story played out...
Not too long ago, yet long enough for people to not remember very well, a hunter went out to fetch supper for his family in the nearby forest. After his long days work, he had just one trap left to check. On his way there, he ran into a red fox. He eyed it warily, knowing it would smell the freshly caught game in his sack.
"Good afternoon!" called the fox, he smiling at the hunter, "Tell me, are you off to check your last trap?" The hunter hesitated, but nodded after a few moments.
"Hoho" chuckled the fox, "I'd guess that you don't know, do you?" The hunter wasted no time and shook his head. The fox laughed again, "There's a hare in this here forest, that cannot be caught. By most hunters, that is. You have to catch him three times in a row, once per day, and he cannot be seen by humans, or he will escape." Distress played across the hunters face,
"How can I tell if it's that hare or not?" The fox smiled,
"Well, I could check your trap for you, for some of your meat." The hunter quickly tossed the fox a freshly caught hare,
"Take your meat, now please, check it for me!"
The fox snapped up the meat and trotted off to the hunters trap. Inside, a small hare cowered, trapped inside a wooden cage. The fox put on a sincere face, "Dear hare, do you wish to be freed?"
"Yes-yes!" chirped the hare, despite his fright.
"Tell you what," sneered the fox, "If you get caught in this trap two more times, in the next two days, I'll make sure you get away from the hunter." The hare agreed, the fox opened the cage for him, and watched him scurry away. Once he was out of sight, the fox snuck back to the hunter and declared "He was there, leave the trap for the next two days, he'll be back." The hunter thanked the fox, and went back to his home.
The next day, the hunter went hunting again, and paced near his last trap. The fox appeared again, and smiled at the sight of the hunter. "Dear hunter! Need someone to check again?"
"Yes!" cried the hunter, relief spreading across his face, "I'll give you meat again, if you wish!"
The fox sighed and looked behind his back, "Well, you see, my dear hunter, I am a starving fox. Due to hunters like you, I haven't fed very well lately! I'll settle for half of your day's catch." The hunter hesitated, but agreed and emptied out half of his sack for the fox. It fed monsterously fast, and then went to check the trap. The hare stood inside the cage once more, this time less frightened. Opening the cage, the fox whispered, "One more day!" and the hare took off. The fox, once again, went back and informed the hunter, who left with happiness and glee dancing across his face.
The third day came, and the hunter eagerly left to hunt. Once finished, he stood near his last trap, waiting for the fox to appear. When he did, the fox sighed once again. "I'm sorry, dear hunter, but I am active and need large amounts of food. I cannot settle for less than your days catch for my services." The hunter sighed impatiently, and emptied out his sack. Once finished eating, the fox went to the trap and spoke to the hare. "Good hare." he said, and after opening the cage, he promptly ate it. "Good hare!" he told himself, rubbing his very filled gut. From there, he left the forest with a full stomach, searching for another gullible hunter. The hunter himself waited until dawn of the next morning, when which he checked his trap and found the hare's bones near the fox's footprints. He stormed out of the forest, refusing to hunt there ever again.
"...and that" said the storyteller, "Is why you should never trust a fox." The group clapped loudly, but then a voice came from the party.
"What about that fox o' yours?" The storyteller laughed, "Trinket, you mean? I managed to trick her into my services. She's my pet fox now." Many wows and words of admiration came from the group, the same voice asked,
"How'd you do that?" The storyteller smiled,
"That, my friend is for some other time." and he left to retire for the night.
End Chapter 1
I hope to establish the storytellers actual name in the next few chapters. The tale of how the storyteller tricked Trinket is for a later chapter. I've been meaning to write something like this for some time now, but I couldn't think of enough tales for the storyteller to tell. I hope this 'Stories within a story' technique works out.
Oh, and please do not re-tell any of these tales without my permission. Or copy this story in any way without my permission.
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