Tag Archives: Mister Fox

Notes from a small dog – On duty

Posted on May 12, 2017 by Sue Vincent

There’s something wrong with the two-legs. She’s not broken exactly, but she’s not working right. I keep having to remind her about impotant things… like my dinner.  ‘Off colour’ she calls it… I thought that only happened to the fish … Continue reading →

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Reynard’s Return… Stuart France

Posted on February 21, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* “Is that it?” says Wen, somewhat nonplussed. “More or less.” “Well, there should be more, surely?” “Oh, but there is more, much more, but we are here only concerned with giving a skeletal outline of what was once the … Continue reading →

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Flash

Posted on January 1, 2017 by Sue Vincent

The old year passes Extinguished in a moment Just a memory A new year begins A story yet unwritten No more than a dream For just this moment Do we touch reality Face to face with now. Fireworks provided by … Continue reading →

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The battle for winter

Posted on December 31, 2016 by Sue Vincent

The drums beat louder, flames leap high As Foxes roam the night Burning brands dance in the dark and in the blood burn bright The watchers, clustered round the lawn By firelight are revealed The Silver Fox will cast the … Continue reading →

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Crow and the Silver Fox…

Posted on October 31, 2016 by Sue Vincent

A giant shadow mars the night… Crow weaves his darkness all around, Beneath the Hunter’s Moon he flies To terrorise the Dancing Ground. Dark wings weave spells of dark and cold, Yet far away from children’s cries The gloom is … Continue reading →

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Ground Zero from Stuart France

Posted on October 19, 2016 by Sue Vincent

* Deep in the heart of Derbyshire… * * A single, eerie light shines out from Langsett Towers… * * And something primal stirs. * * As night descends, a flare flames… Continue reading here.

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Coming?

Posted on September 25, 2016 by Sue Vincent
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Green grow the rushes O III… from Stuart France

Posted on August 6, 2016 by Sue Vincent

* …If Tee’s study was the hub of intelligence, then Miss Hunnyfludd’s office, which comprised no more than a hastily compromised ante-chamber to its plush superior, was the heart… Thomas Welch was currently making himself at home in the heart … Continue reading →

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Green grow the rushes O… from Stuart France

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Stuart France… The Grand-Father Clock, tock…tock…tocked reassuringly in the corner of the oak panelled study. Through the window to one side the ancient time piece’s Big Brother could be discerned dominating the metropolitan sky-line… Tee, was wilfully oblivious … Continue reading →

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Imbolc with Mister Fox

Posted on February 10, 2016 by Sue Vincent

The Silver Fox banished the night-dark wings of Crow and called forth flame from the night. Holding aloft the staff one final time, the fire leaped magically to light the banner… The crowd came closer, seeking the light and warmth … Continue reading →

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