Funny Foxy Novels & Stories

Three-year-old Theo, with his curious eyes and tousled hair, snuggled up close, his little hand reaching out to touch the colorful illustrations on the pages. "Once upon a time in a faraway land," Mama Hazel began, her voice gentle and melodic, "there lived a playful fox named Oliver. He had a bright orange coat and a mischievous twinkle in his eye." Theo's eyes widened in wonder as he listened intently, captivated by the tale unfolding before him.

My best friend is a nine tailed fox. He sneaks out at night and turns into some creature with nine tails. It’s a secret, nobody knows but me; his best friend; Joan. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone. “Seriously?” Joan jumped, her pen falling off in the process. King laughed loudly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he laughed. He had spoken very close to her ear. She sighed, picking up the fallen pen and turning back to her writing.

Scott insists on giving every woodland animal a different voice. His fox somehow sounds like Marcus. His bear sounds suspiciously like Derek. By the time he gets to the owl, I'm laughing so hard tears gather in my eyes. "You are ridiculous." I tell him. "I know." He says proudly. "It keeps life interesting." Ethan claps his hands excitedly at one of Scott's silly voices. Scott immediately repeats it. That earns another delighted squeal. "There it is." Scott says triumphantly. "I knew I was funny." I shake my head.

" If that were true, then it would be troublesome. Without hesitation, Woody said, "Of course not. This little nugget is just disobedient. Spank its bottom, and it'll stay still." After speaking, Woody raised his hand and looked like he was about to spank Snowy. Instantly, Snowy widened its eyes from the scare and stayed still. Ginger was flabbergasted. "Oh, did it understand what you just said?" Of course Snowy understood it because Woody's words were meant for her! "You're a bully! You even bullied a fox. You're a meanie!" Alexia wailed in Woody's ears.

“I don't know, Anna bear. I'm just trying to look out for you. I'm worried about you.” “Why do you call me that?” I genuinely asked out of curiosity. “Anna bear?” I nodded. “It's an old joke. When Noah was still a baby and the three of us went to the zoo. You sort of bonded with the bear. You were talking gibberish and he was replying.” He laughed at the memory. “You said that you both could understand each other because you speak bear language just like him. That's how you found out that the bear wished to go home.” He laughed.

I grabbed my bullhorn and my French Bulldog, English, flounced down the steps and signaled for the DJ to cut the music. “Attention, everyone! The cops are here, and you will have to clear the fuck out right now!” I was almost trampled in a stampede of people trying to book it out of the house before the cops checked IDs and they received a MIP. I struggled through the sea of fleeing people and made it to the backyard, and delivered the same warning. I peered out the window and only saw one cop car with one dazed-looking cop standing outside of it, and I knew I could take him.