“It’s only a month.”
“It’s FOUR weeks.” Came the bitter reply.
“Hey, it’s not so long. You just have to rest and it will be ok.”
The old fox took a long frowning look at its injured leg.
“Careful dear, if you keep letting that dark cloud grow over your head it might end up crushing you.” The wise owl tried to make the words sound casual and just a bit teasing, but failed miserably.
“I know. It’s just that I miss feeling the damp earth under my paws and the wind on my face.”
“You’ll be running up and down the forest again before you know it, but you have to let that leg heal first.”
The fox let out a sigh so deep and loud the mountain itself was filled with sadness.
“Don’t you DARE give in, you old fool. If you even think about it I’ll kick your ass so hard you’ll wish the only pain you felt was from that leg.”
“You don’t know how it feels!”
“Oh, really? Here’s a wild idea. How about I throw myself off a cliff and let you catch me?”
The fox looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed. “You still haven’t forgiven me for that, have you?”
“Forgiven? Dude, you smacked the fear right out of me by forcing me to fly again.”
“I knew you could fly.”
“I know you will heal and run again.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then you’ll limp or crawl along the forest.”
“That wasn’t funny.”
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
The fox angrily jumped up, a million snappy answers reeling in his head… then suddenly noticed that he was not only standing, but that the pain was sharp but not unbearable. “What the?!”
“I believe it’s called motivation.”
“Wait a minute… did you just trick me into standing up?”
“Would you have done it otherwise?”
The sound of laughter echoed thru the mountain.