The Fox, The Cock, and The Dog

Once upon a time, there was a Dog who fancied himself quite the philosopher and a Cock with a flair for the theatrical. They were best friends and lived on a farm that, according to them, was "so last season."

They wanted to explore more of the world, see things like mountains, oceans, and whatever else was not on the farm. So, they packed up their wit, wisdom, and a few snacks and set off on an adventure, jauntily strutting down the road to the woods.

"I tell you, Cock," said the Dog, "the world is like a big, juicy bone, waiting to be gnawed on!"

"And I'll sing its praises," replied the Cock, fluttering his feathers dramatically. "Or at least wake everyone up while doing so!"

When night fell, they stumbled upon a hollow tree. The Cock, being the diva that he was, saw the perfect stage. "Behold, the grand Tree Theater! You may take the lower booth, dear Dog, while I grace the upper branch."

The Dog settled in, muttering something about "always getting the cheap seats." They both slept like babies or, well, like a dog and a cock.

At sunrise, the Cock forgot he was on tour and not on the farm. He sprang up and let out a crow so grand, it could have won a Grammy. Instead of waking the farmer, though, he woke a Fox in the woods.

The Fox, drooling at the idea of breakfast, scampered to the tree and greeted the Cock like a long-lost friend. "Welcome, esteemed sir! The woods haven't heard such a voice since... well, ever! Can we be friends, or at least brunch buddies?"

The Cock, puffing up his chest, replied, "Your kind words are as sweet as corn, sir. If you'd be so good as to knock at the door at the bottom of the tree, my servant—erm, I mean, my associate—will let you in."

The Fox, as sly but not as clever as he looked, followed the instructions. But when he knocked, SURPRISE! The Dog leaped out like a jack-in-the-box, catching the Fox and saving the day.

"Wrong door, Mr. Fox!" the Dog said, wagging his tail. "Maybe next time, call ahead?"

The Fox, looking sheepish, slinked away, while the Cock bowed to an imaginary audience.

"And that," said the Dog, "is why you always read the reviews before choosing your dining experience."

They laughed, strutted off down the road, and continued their adventure, knowing that wherever they went, they had each other—and an endless supply of wit to keep them entertained.

Beyond the rolling hills and golden hay,
Where the farm animals would often play,
Lived a Dog and Cock, best buddies so true,
Dreaming of adventures, seeking something new.

"Let's venture out, and see sights so grand!"
Together they trotted, through meadow and sand.
Into the woods, where mysteries reside,
Walking side by side, with pride in their stride.

As the night’s curtain began to fall,
The Cock looked around, answering night's call.
He spied a tree, hollow and tall,
"A perfect place to rest," he did enthral.

Down in the hollow, the Dog found a space,
Above on a branch, the Cock found his place.
Together they slumbered, under the moon’s gentle embrace,
Their dreams filled with wonder, in this magical space.

Morning light danced, the world gleamed anew,
The Cock rose and thought, “There’s something I must do!”
Spreading his wings, he crowed, breaking the blue,
Yet, it wasn’t the farmer he alerted, but a creature in hue.

A Fox, sly and sleek, with breakfast in mind,
Approached the Cock, with words so kind,
“Welcome, dear sir, in our woods you I find,
Let’s be great friends, fate has us entwined.”

The Cock, quick-witted, with a twinkle in his eye,
Directed the Fox, with a crafty reply,
“Dear sir, approach the tree’s base, oh so nigh,
My servant will greet you, just give it a try.”

As the Fox neared the tree, anticipating a feast,
Out sprang the Dog, surprising the beast.
“Not so fast!” the Dog growled, guarding his mate,
Together, they proved, friendship's power is great.