By Eugie Foster.
Read by Melissa Bugaj.
Originally published in Cricket.
The maiden’s amber eyes glowed in the moonlight. A single tear glistened
and rained down her moon-white face.
“Don’t cry, lovely one,” Shakko barked, alarmed.
The maiden lifted the sleeve of her jasmine-yellow kimono and dabbed at her
eyes. “Why should I not cry?” she asked. “My champion says he will sleep
as Master Sun opens his house to the heavens, and when his windows close at
dusk, I will surely die.”
Rated PG: for outfoxing foxes.
