The Fox Queen
Once, there was a girl who found that if she folded herself up just right, she could grow small, and red, and bright-eyed, and a tail would sprout from her hindquarters, big and bushy. Her brain would become quick and sharp as a needle, and her nose would see the world in layers, scent laid upon scent like silk scarves floating in a breeze. She would grow four small paws – pop, pop, pop, pop, just like that – tipped with white fur and sharp black claws, and she would be fast. Her ears would become keener than a blade newly forged.
And there was a tiny catch inside her, like a button straining on a loop, and all she had to do to go back to being a girl was unfasten it, as easy as you’d undo…
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