Only Good Days

Alas, it was time for the Fox to pick up his ball and go home for the day. It had been one of the better days playing in the park that the Fox had remembered having in quite a long time.

All of his friends were there, and all at different times so he felt like he got to spend a good amount of time with everyone and was never in a rush. He was in good conditioning so he never felt like he was too tired or needed a break while playing. And he even got a chance to stop and have lunch with some other friends who invited him to their picnic.

It was the type of day that you didn’t want to end and as soon as it was over you already missed it.

When the Fox got home and laid his head on his pillow he dreamed of having good days just like this one in the future. A good day like today was bound to come around again. Now that the Fox knew how good a day could be he wanted to make sure he could have himself several more good days in the future.

“What a wonderful world this is,” thought the precious Fox as he drifted off to sleep, “Where good days follow good days which follow more good days and so on and so on and so on every day forever...”