Blame it on the foxes!

Write a story from the point of view/ perspective of a non-human character-

Blame it on the foxes

‘Reincarnation’……. is it a hopeful thought for some people, is it a laughable disbelief for others who think “not to believe in reincarnation will absolve me from any sins, OR is it a subject that leaves many in doubt……….. “until they near their deaths”?

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“We’ll take it from here……….. “because you had your go’-

and your ‘version’ of progression of the human being, is

‘far-too’ slow”!

“We have the technology, and we have our skills,

and we can aid our health with potions and pills”!

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The natural filtering of human development was taking too long, especially for those who wanted perfection, ‘or a believed perfection’, NOW!

Humans experiment with implants, filler injections and other alien additives, which can be highly beneficial-“especially for me”, because I had a ruptured vein in my brain, that was repaired with the advancement of ‘keyhole surgery’, which then required tiny metal clips to rejoin the veins, ‘after which’, I was reliant upon medical machinery, along with regular medication to keep me alive, and then I very slowly progressed reasonably well, and then, many years later’, I had a hip hemiarthroplasty(‘or a hip replacement that’s also connected to the top of the thigh bone’) that is of a titanium construction, and the reason for this very surprising and shattering break, came the discovery that I have Osteoporosis, ‘or very soft bones’!

Such developments in scientific knowledge and medicine can be very beneficial, but I have seen, or heard about many added enhancements/implants that have gone terribly wrong!

“Do we think that we know better”?

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The laboratory, on this particular afternoon, had an unusual fragrance of alcohol, but not the usual alcoholic fluid that’s poured into jars to preserve body parts, but the fragrance of alcohol that’s served in handheld glasses in a public house, or other drinking establishments, and the drinks that had been consumed by some members of staff, were ‘done-so’ during a celebratory lunch; The occasion was to celebrate the retirement of a senior member of staff, whose personal focus and aim now, would be directed towards Worldwide travel, with perhaps, the idea of spreading his knowledge and wisdom from his experienced medical career, to other countries and their regions ‘maybe’?

Many assistants returned from the public house on that afternoon with playful and carefree actions, and on this “creative”afternoon their irresponsible and ‘merry’ creativity began!

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My Life, ‘from your’ hands!

“It seemed to be a safe environment for me now……..it was dark, and very few humans dared to roam the streets in the dark, especially during these late hours, and those few people who did risk the potential danger, were either fuelled with alcohol or drugs, and fear just didn’t seem to exist in their ‘Worlds”!

I couldn’t show my facial, or bodily features in public without hearing the usual negative responses, which might involve cruel and violent shouting, or just ‘the usual’ high-pitched screams, which were followed with nasty, but observational shouts of- “it’s a hideous monster”, with their further advice to “run….run away from whatever it is, it looks dangerous”? ‘Those words’, would have received only a calm, and hopefully relieving response, “if only I could speak in a language that they would all recognise though, but I couldn’t, and the sound of my voice even frightened me sometimes, which was so frustrating, because it didn’t help to convince the public that I wasn’t threatening or scary, otherwise I would have replied to their aggressive and frantic shouts, that I mean them no harm ‘at all’, and “that they shouldn’t be frightened by my facial features, and other deformities”, because it’s like a human-being wearing a frightening mask, that doesn’t represent the person underneath the mask, who might be someone who is kind, friendly and harmless, and someone who has a personality or temperament that isn’t represented well by this facial feature that can be discarded, but I would not be given or shown any kindness or peaceful action though, and I would be quickly, and forcibly ushered away to be condemned to a life of loneliness and suffering, and I would rarely see daylight! “The daylight hours were definitely not for me”!

I wanted, and I needed to have a purpose in this life that justified my existence, and I had resigned myself to having a frequently short outdoor lifestyle, which was usually during the hours of darkness, but I wanted my presence here to be of use………………… “and I eventually found my answer”!

I could, both speak and read English, and I was very lucky to have the use of both of my six fingered hands, and from the use of an aerosol spray can, that I found discarded in the nearby car park, I could spray some of my wisdom and knowledge, that I had gained during many hidden and dark days, which came from some books and newspapers that had been discarded, or forgotten in the car parks, and sharing this knowledge would give me a purpose which was very important to me!

The conveniently vacant walls or poster boards, would be like note pads to me, and during the dark hours I would spray my knowledgeable thoughts, which were more informative than ‘Susan loves Gary’ or ‘Peter 4 Jane’, amongst other sexual innuendo! I would quote believed facts, from the books that I found, that were appropriate to the location and places near to me, like……….

‘The hairdresser’s became more defined in the 17th century, with the rise in salons and the French wig industry’……….

‘The term newsagent first appeared in 1844, but the first newsagent shop was established in 1855 in Britain’……..

‘the Bank of England was founded in 1694, and is considered the first national bank in Britain’, …….

……….and other informative pieces of information would include-

‘The first automobile was invented by Karl Benz

on January 29, in 1886’.

‘Modern concrete was created by Joseph Aspdin

in 1824’.

‘The World’s first multi-storey car park was opened in

May 1901’.

and ‘Parking meters were first used in Britain on the 10th

May in 1958’.

This information was merely obtained, and then memorised from the discarded books or magazines that had been forgotten items on car roofs, as those cars quickly sped away through the car park!

I was able to read this ‘discarded’ literature, but I struggled with speaking it, because the volume of my voice would not go as low for it to be whispered, and avoid the possibility of being discovered, which would mean suffering from both the physical and mental brutality!

Life was an existence, and I believed that I was in a ‘life cycle’ that was preparing for life again, in another galaxy, and it was an existence that would eventually be endured by millions of humans, but I was in an era when kindness, understanding and acceptance was still not a unanimous human nature, and to show the ‘general public’, that ugliness, or suffering with hideous features doesn’t mean that they’re in danger or face any harm at all!

I wanted my existence to be noted in a positive way, with many people saying “Do you remember that friendly and knowledgeable human/harmless monster, who was regularly, and cruelly attacked - “I miss those little pieces of information that he left for us to read, they were so helpful and the City, and the accompanying area was like a little encyclopaedia, or a dictionary”? Having the general public remember me for that would have been favourable, as opposed to “do you remember that hideous creature that used to cowardly loiter around car parks during the twilight hours spraying public property with stuff that we already know”!

My existence, for now, would mostly be in the dark, reading interesting information for spraying later, and I hoped that my bits of knowledge were helpful and interesting?

“So, if you do see any graffiti that’s of interesting information, then your friendly monster of facts has been around, but if you see the contents of a bin spread across the pavements, or you hear the bins being rattled and raided in the dark hours of the night, then “Blame it on the foxes”!