SPF: Daddy, what’s that?


213 10 October 1st 2017

The toddler was walking around the room with the usual brand of curiosity that a child of that age has. “Daddy, what’s that?”

“Granddad’s desk.”

“What’s that?”

“Granddad’s notebook.”

“What’s that?”

“Granddad’s chair, and look at this, it even swivels around!” The daddy pulled the chair so that it spun around and was stunned by what he saw sitting in the upholstery.

The toddler pointed excitedly. “Daddy, what’s that?”

“It’s a fox. Don’t go petting it though, because foxes belong in the wild and not in somebody’s house. They are not pets.”

“Oh.” Clearly disappointed, the child just gazed at the animal that seemed to be staring back towards him. He frowned in confusion. “If it isn’t a pet, why is it here?”

“No idea.” The father put his head around the door. “Dad? Did you there is a wild animal sitting on the chair in your office?”

“Yep.” The older man walked into the room and looked down at the animal. “I think it looks rather comfortable there, don’t you?”

“Why would you want it to be comfortable?”

“Relax, I am saving it from the hunt. Poor thing was on its own. I’d rather it was comfortable then dead.”

Written for Sunday photo fiction

14 thoughts on “SPF: Daddy, what’s that?

  1. Grandpa is a man after my own heart. The fox may be very confused now, but he’ll be happier later than he would have been! It seems you have rescued the fox from Keith’s story, so now I am picturing Grandpa feeding it the delicacies that the fox mentions in CE’s poem. 😉

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