This disillusion of cheery summer adventures that filled the air as the school children and their families fled their confines had quickly been deflated. The remaining people of the town, spinsters, old man Joe, the owner of the general store and his wife Eleanor had felt the bad omen that ruined the joy in the receeding laughter and cries of 'freedom!' that reverberated off the streamlined metal of the distant vehicles.
Little did the townsfolk know, this omen was not a regular spiritual phenomena bringing dread and angst to the town. Unlike its counterparts, this omen had a corporeal form. The people left in the town did not see the black tipped ears and long, bushy red tail of the Red Fox as it quietly lurked in the dark corners of the outlying buildings.
They did not know either that imminent danger followed in the Red Fox's wake.
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