Manipulation: A Song of the South FanficChapter 2: ExplanationsManipulation: A Song of the South Fanfic by Lightening816
The charming fox walked up to her, his smile still sitting on his face. He pointed towards her blue boat which was getting warm and dry over the fire as it hung on a laundry line over it. She glanced at the coat but then just had to turn back to Brer Fox. Despite how handsome he was, Maisie had heard all about foxes from stories from her neighbors back home. "Foxes don't like rabbits! That's why we live here!" "Don't trust dem fox-types! Dey only think 'bout rabbits when it's time fer supper!" "Tricky critters, they are! Watch yourself!" Of course, she had never actually met one before, but she knew what a fox was supposed to look like. Red-orange fur, tall vertical eyes, a long bushy tail, and, in most cases, naturally skinny bodies with large hands and feet. Brer Fox was no exception, of course. He had all these things and more, and yet the look on his face did not suggest trickery or harm...or maybe he was just a really good actor. Maisie couldn'
Manipulation: A Song of the South FanficA Song of the South FanficManipulation: A Song of the South Fanfic by Lightening816
Chapter 1: The Snow Storm
If the rabbit in the snowstorm hadn't been blinking, she would have been invisible to the naked eye. Maisie staggered through the snow as her fur blew in her opposite direction. The child mostly wasn't trying to go anywhere in particular, mostly just a hole in the ground or a friendly soul who would be willing to let her sleep by their fireplace. But it seemed very unlikely at this point.
Maisie's snow white fur, and her heavy blue jacket were not enough to keep her warm. For one, it would be night soon, resulting in even lower temperatures, her continual walking all throughout the day weakened her and pained her feet, and, to make her situation all the worst, she was starving. She hadn't eaten almost anything in the nine weeks she'd been on her own.
The wind whistled and the furious snow continually stung her as she searched for shelter, anything that could separate her from the storm. As she h
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