You’re never far from a cheeky creature at Cosatto and everyone’s fave fox chap is the cheekiest of all. Mister Fox is a superstar and his story must be told. Put your feet up with your littl’un as it unfolds…
Mr Fox and the lullaby bird were inseparable. Wherever you saw a bushy tail, there’d be a bird clinging on for dear life. It’s not that the lullaby bird was scared to fly - he was just rubbish at it. He’d fluster and flap and land in a feathery heap - styling it out like he’d just tripped. Odin the owl said he needed to “outfox gravity”. Mr Fox would whisper, “don’t fret Lullaby, I’ll carry you”, nudging him gently with his nose and lifting him onto his back. Then they’d hurtle through the forest. All the woodland creatures would cheer as this odd pair leapt together, showjumping over fallen tree trunks and somersaulting beneath the stars. Feathers flapping, bushy-tail swirling. This was poetry in motion, pure teamwork. If you sky gaze on a clear starlit night and see a friendly flurry fly by, don’t be alarmed. Don’t call NASA. It’s quite possibly Mr Fox and his turbobooster bird on a night out. Dazzling with their moonlit moves.
Mr Fox and the lullaby bird were inseparable.
Flying through the forest on a wild adventure.
Together forever, spinning beneath the stars.
My oh my.
