The child cuddled the fox until the Sun rose.
The fox’s paw was now healed, after the child had released it from a trap in a nearby field, and bathed it in a magical light, the colour of the Moon, from her own hands.
When the Sun was fully in the sky, the child released the fox, who playfully licked the child’s cheek before bouncing off through the flowers in the clearing.
The fox looked back just in time to see the child rise into the sky, her wings now outstretched.
Archangel Ariel smiled as the fox rejoined her cubs.
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The Bag Lady (Cheryl) recently asked me to write something based on the above picture, so this is my response, in a hundred words.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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