Tailoring

It was almost Night, so the court ladies where going to the room in the end of the garden Cypress trees that had taken on a dark green color in the sky and one could see the crescent moon wandering through their bodies for hours. The sound of their stepps had broken the silence. The only warm color of that frame was the warm yellow light of the room at the end of the garden The noble man, dressed in red and with drooping eyes, was staring at his clothing. " We need some fur for colar" the tailor said. so, from now on They have started killing the poor foxes till their extinction ....