While walking across the green plain, I passed a fox. He was dressed for travel, and walking on his hind legs, a bag and a stick slung over his shoulder, almost like a child who had run away from home, but his step was sure and he was focused on his destination.
In my first vision, he tipped his hat and continued walking. In this vision, he smiled with a toothy grin and turned around to walk with me.
As we traveled, we discussed things. Many of these things are simply unimportant to the present re-telling, so I will leave them.
What is important, though, is the very direct message that this old friend gave me:
He said, "You have a long way to go."
Then he looked at me squarely. "Start already."
And with that, he turned and continued on his way, and I continued on mine. But I certainly have not and will not forget what he said, and I certainly know exactly what it meant.
Maybe one day, he'll show me what's in that bag of his. I know what it is, even though I've never seen it. I knew when I first saw the bag a year ago.
I hope he doesn't think it's a little red hen.