The Fox's Widow

Here is another little short film. This is a bit different than the fairytale. I just love these films.

Once upon a time there was a fox and a vixen that lived far into the forest in their fox house. They were friends and lived well together, as married couples do. But one day the fox had been in the farmer's chicken coop and he ate all there was. This proved to be too much for him and he became ill and died. The vixen mourned and cried to no avail. He was dead and stayed dead.

When the Fox was well under ground and the funeral over, suitors started coming to the widow. On Saturday evening there were three knocks on the fox house door. "Oh go out, Korse, and see what it is," said the fox widow. She had a cat as a maid, and her name was Korse. When the girl opened the door, a bear stood outside.

"Good evening," greeted the bear. “Good evening back," said Korse."Is the fox widow home tonight?" he asked. “She is inside," answered the girl. “What is she doing tonight, does she sound ill or well?" asked the bear. “She mourns over her husband's death and cries her nose sore and red. She doesn't know what to do," said the cat. “Ask her to come out, she'll get good advice from me!" said the bear.

When the cat came in the mistress asked, "Who walks around and knocks, interrupting my quiet evening?" "It is a suitor," answered the cat; "I was told to ask you to come out and you would get good advice. “What color was his fur?" asked the lady fox. "Beautiful brown," answered the girl, "large fellow and sharp eyes," she said. "Let him go, let him go! I don't need his advice."Korse walked over to the door, opened it a crack and said, "She asks you to go home, she doesn't want advice." There was nothing else to do so the bear turned around and went back to where he came from.

Next Saturday night, there was another knock. This time there was a wolf outside. “Good evening," said the wolf, is the fox widow at home?” “Yes, so she is,” answered Korse "What is she doing tonight, does she sound ill or well?" he asked. “Oh, she doesn't know what to do," answered the girl; "she cries her nose sore and red, she mourns over her husband's death. “Ask her to come out, she'll get good advice from me!" said the wolf.

"Who flies around and knocks interrupting my quiet evening," asked the fox widow. "Oh, it is more suitors," said the cat. "I was told to ask you to come out, and you would get good advice," she said. First the vixen wanted to know what color his fur was. "Beautiful gray, long and lean body,” answered Korse."Let him go, let him go! I don't need his advice!" said the widow. When the gray wolf was told this, he had to turn around as well.

The same thing happened the third Saturday evening. Three knocks on the door, and the cat opened the door to see. It was a hare. “Good evening," he said. “Good evening back," she answered. "Are there strangers travelling around, so late at night?" she asked. “Yes, there so happens there are, is the fox widow home tonight, and how is she doing?” asked the hare. “She cries her nose sore and red, she mourns over her husband's death", answered the girl. “Ask her to come out, she'll get good advice from me," said the hare.

"Who trips around and knocks, interrupting my quiet evening," said the mistress to Korse."It is a suitor madam!" answered the girl. The fox widow wanted to know what color the fur was this time. “Beautiful white, thick frieze and no wear," said the cat, but that wasn't any better: "Let him go, let him go; I don't need his advice," answered the fox widow.

Then came the fourth Saturday evening and suddenly, there were three knocks on the door again. "Go out and see what's happening," the widow said to the maid. When the cat opened the door, a fox was outside. “Good evening. Nice to meet you," said the fox. “The same to you," answered the girl. “Is the vixen home?" he asked. “Yes, she mourns over her husband's death, and cries her nose sore and red," said the girl; "she doesn't know what to do, poor thing!”  “Just ask her to come out, she'll get good advice from me," said the fox. Korse went inside.

"Who whizzes around and knocks, interrupting my quiet evening," asked the mistress. “Oh you know," said the cat, "it is another suitor.  I said to ask you to come out, you would get good advice." "What color is his fur?" asked the fox widow. Beautiful red, just like the one who is dead," answered the cat. “Dear, ask him in to wait if he has good advice!" said the widow. "Pass me my small socks, I would like to go out with him; pass me my shoes to button, I would like to speak with him."

This suitor she wanted, and everyone was invited at once to the widows’ house for a party and a wedding. Now as long as he hasn't been to the chicken coop as well, they still live in the fox house this very day.

So what do you think? I think lady foxes tend to choose a fur by its color.