"I think I need to go to the doctor, my back is killing me." Expressed Fox in the middle of a long hike up a beautiful mountain forest.
Fox couldn't recall how long his back pain had been there, but it was almost unbearable now that he was halfway up the mountain forest. He stopped, tried some stretches and rested before begining his walk again, but the pain remained.
Poppy hummed above him like a soothing humming bird.
Fox continued and began to complain again, "I hate this, why am I still walking? I am miserable."
"You love hikes, Fox! This is your most favorite thing to do because you get to smell all of the flowers and hear all of the birds. You love to see new trees and meet new friends along this trail, there is always someone new or someone you have seen before to say hello to," hummed Poppy.
Fox growled and started limping, his whloe body was being pushed to one side or the other and the mountain forest trail became a gauntlet instead or a relaxing and pleasurable hike. He looked around and the giant trees that usually greeted him, stared down at him, bent over and hovering. The smell of the flowers nausiated him, the faint smell of vinegar he had not noticed before today stabbed at his nose. A deer blocked his path up ahead and he grunted with the extra strain he would have to exert to get around it, he would have to climb over a rock and he winced at the pain he already felt having to lift himself. The birds screached above on their purches and he batted at them like flies to get them to quiet down.
As Fox passed Deer, exerting so much energy to navigate with the twinges of pain in his back, he began sobbing in frustration and pain. Poppy was hovering right above him now as he army crawled on his belly up the path, slowly and deliberately, forcing his body to finish the trail.
"Why does it hurt so bad?!" Fox excaimed more out frustration than pain this time, " I didn't fall, I didn't do anything that would cause this pain, and it won't go away!"
Poppy looked down at Fox, and asked, "Fox why is your tail spinning so fast?"
Fox stopped, and looked over his shoulder to see what Poppy was talking about. He saw his tail moving so fast that he thought it was a fan. He tried to stop his tail from spinning, he tried grabbing it with his paws, rolling over to lay on it, leaning up against a tree, he even tried jumping on and spinning with it, but nothing worked. Poppy hovered behind him to assist in each of his attemps, but still his tail kept spinning. He thought back to the beginning of the hike, as he skipped and leaped over rocks and rivers, to get more height on his jumps he would give his tail a spin and it was exhilerating and fun. He couldn't figure out how or why his tail kept spinning, and how it all got so out of control.
Fox looked around to find Poppy sitting with him.
Fox laid on his belly with his arms under his chin, torchered by his own spinning tail, unable to make it stop, unable to numb the pain in his back, and haunted by the trecherous trail with the stinging flowers, and the screatching birds.
"Poppy, I am afraid that Hyena will leave me behind next time if I can't jump as high as they do on their trecks." Fox said softly with a humbled tone. He slouched into Poppy's warm hug embrace with defeated shoulders, tail tucked under his legs, drained from the pain that was disipating slowly with each kind pet from Poppy.