So a little while ago, I took a nap and had a dream. In that dream, I saw a fox.
When I saw the fox I started walking towards it, then recognized the fox had nine tails. Now that didn't bother me, I've been made aware of nine tailed foxes as a concept, but I don't normally see those about so I started making conversation.
"A powerful fox, huh?" I ask it, or something like that, it was a dream, the words were probably just gibberish.
The fox, on the other hand, was fully speaking comprehensible sentences. "Yes, I have nine tails," the fox said. "But that's nothing, see I have eight legs too."
And looking, sure enough, the fox had eight legs. I responded, again gibberish, and actually was gibberish.
To which the fox responded: "Yes, eight legs, but that's nothing-- I have seven mouths!"
And looking at the fix, mouths started sprouting from their face. Small mouths, large mouths, all over.
To which, my gibberish response was naturally alarm, but I wasn't going anywhere and fox knew it so on the fox went.
"But seven mouths, that's nothing," the Fox continued on, now in seven voices. "I have six spines to hold up all these tails."
And you'd think that it would be less horrible to consider six spines given spines tend to be inside animals and covered by their skin/fur at least, but you'd be wrong. The fox moved aside its skin and fur like it was just brushing aside hair for me to see six bloody spines all willy-nilly in there like a root system.
To which I very distinctly remember attempting to say to the fox: "That's enough of that." The dream logic stepped in to let me know I couldn't actually say that, no matter how hard I tried.
"But six spines is nothing," the Fox continued, putting his skin back in place. "I have five eyes!"
And the fox blinked, only to open them again and to have two eyes where one was previously and was looking at me with one great eye in the middle of it's face while the other four looked at anything else.
That wasn't as bad as the spine, but I wasn't particularly jazzed about it either.
"But five eyes is nothing," and this part was more gross than the spines. "I have four ears!" And inside the foxes ears, a bubbly, tumorous sort of mass formed, it reminded me of an over-fed tick before it blossomed into an elf-like, waaaaaaaay more humanoid ear inside the normal fox ear it already had.
And then we sat there for a long while just looking at each other. Eventually, I got a little antsy to get this dream over with so I asked the fox, "what do you have three of?"
And the fox said "guess," and I woke up.
I don't want to guess, but I drew what the fox ended up looking like in this dream for you so enjoy.
