There once was a handsome fox lost in a forest and caught between a rabbit and a cookie, very aware that both were very delicious. Faced with the arduous task of having to choose which would be his dinner, he simply sat down and put his head between his paws.
“Ah, Mr. Fox,” asked the now magical cookie, “why do you look so glum?”
“Well you see,” replied the Fox, “I am torn between your delicious and chewy exterior and this rabbit that seems to have caught me in its gaze.”
“And if my gaze was merely looking in your direction,” replied the rabbit.
“Then I seem to have fallen for a trap.”
“Ah,” the now wiser cookie said, “then I shall be thankful for I have no eyes.”
“And yet you seem so delightful with your sugar burnt crust,” said the fox.
“Ah, but sugar shall make this fox lazy and quiet and might allow the fox to get caught by the evil men of the world,” said the ever present rabbit.
“And if that cookie was worth getting shot for?” asked the fox.
“Then I would you suggest you take a small bite and find out for yourself what type of cookie I am.”
“Don’t bite that cookie,” a voice from the heavens said.
The fox looked bewildered, and turned his head between both the rabbit and the delightfully chewy cookie.
“Don’t look at me,” the rabbit said, “for I merely would hop away if you tried to take a bite out of me.”
“Ah, but Mr. Fox, I have no legs to run nor hands to stop you,” said the cookie. “I would enjoy filling you up with my sugary exterior.”
“But Mr. Fox, I shall keep you chasing me for days, and when you catch me, I shall make you realize you had me at hello,” said the rabbit.
At this a tear fell from the fox’s eye, for he knew that cookie would feed him for a night, but the rabbit would feed him for a lifetime. And yet he also knew a chase would have to be ensued. And being a lazy fox, he was now torn between eating what was in front of him or giving his heart to the delicious bunny he would never eat.
“Ah, Mr Fox,” said the cookie, “I shall warn you that sometimes a cookie can be too sweet, and not gamey enough for your teeth to chew on.”
At that the fox looked up and saw that the cookie was a little too small for his own liking, and suddenly felt his legs begin to stir.
“I could use a good exercise,” the fox said to the cookie.
“Then Mr Fox,” replied the rabbit, “I could give you an exercise of a lifetime. But just remember, you shall never bite me.”
“And also remember Mr Fox,” said the cookie, “I shall always be there for the taking, should you ever tire of chasing a rabbit that can never stop hopping.”
At this the fox licked his lips and realized the choice had already been made from the get go, and was merely caught up in a spell of sugar and butter, for it was the gaze that had won him the whole time.
“Well,” replied the fox, “then I shall chase this fine rabbit for a day or so, and when I tire I shall return for a meal.”
“But remember,” said the cookie, “you’ll have to find me again.”
“And also remember,” said the rabbit, “my gaze shall always have you in its sights.”
At this the rabbit hopped away, while the fox was caught staring at the cookie.
“Mr Fox,” said the cookie, “you might want to get going before your own gaze loses sight of such a wondrous creature.
At this the fox bowed to the cookie and ran off after the rabbit, unaware that the cookie sighed in relief.
“Well,” the cookie thought to herself, “at least that saved me for a couple of days.”