In my posts, i will be making a developing story as to who is the most polite with their words.
Wandering, it is all that i know of, all that i can do. the smell of the night air, calming yet unpredictable. The trees, gently swaying in the breeze. The slight whistle of the wind ringing in my ears. my path barely visible, as my only source of light is the shine of the moon. A slight whimper comes to my ears, I look to my right and see my only companion, a small red fox cub, I smile appolageticly and reach into my saddle bag that my "mother" had given me and bring out a small apple for him. I sit down on my flank and rest my hooves, i pull out another apple for myself and begin eating.
I look around and see a few things, a small clearing, my fox cub and the continuing path.
what do I do?