"Tell us a story," the alpha kit said one misty night.
"Make it scary!" the fourth said, yipping and hopping.
"Yeah!" said the third, snarling. "So scary our eyes fall out of our heads."
"Please stop biting my face, children," their mother said.
The kits behaved themselves while she smoothed out a bed for the night.
"Let's see," she said. "How about ....'Rattlebones'?"
"Mo-om!" the beta said, rolling her eyes.
"You told us that story when we were two weeks," said the alpha.
"It's boring!" said the fourth.
"Very well..." Their mom began ripping out roots that had snuck through the den's walls. "How about 'Willoughby Wallaby and the Floating Paw'?"
"Seriously?" the fifth kit said.
"That story wouldn't raise the hackles on a field mouse!" said the fourth.
"It's kit stuff," said the third.
"Well," their mother said. "Those are the stories I know."
Seven little foxes sighed.
"Sorry to be a disappointment," their mother said, lying down. She paused and looked at the kits with all seriousness. "But you must promise that no matter what you do tonight, you will not go to Bog Cavern."
The kits' ears perked.
"What's ... Bog Cavern?" the alpha asked.
"That's where the old storyteller lives," their mom said. "If you go there, you'll hear a story so frightening it will put the white in your tail."
The kits stared at their thin, dusty brown tails with wide eyes.
So where do the seven kits go once their mother fell asleep? You guessed it. Bog Cavern. The storyteller in Bog Cavern has eight creepy, weird stories full of monsters, witches, and zombies ready to tell...if you dare.
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