I went to Creative Commons and picked a random photo. Then I wrote a short piece based on that photo. Today's "Random Photo Story" is fictional. It might even be a fable of some sort:
FOX OWL RABBIT CROW
by Terry Stevens
Melting into the brush, Fox smiled at his fortune.
"Rabbit. A big juicy one. Today shall be a feast for Fox."
His spell of concealment woven, Fox awaited the perfect moment to strike.
Owl surveyed the lurking Fox from his perch.
Crow croaked next to him. "He's quite a bit bigger than you, you know."
"Yes, but he doesn't fly," Owl replied. "High ground has the advantage. In addition, he doesn't even know that I can see him. Plus, he'll never suspect me of hunting during the day either. I have the advantage of surprise. Stupid foxes with their stupid tricks that only work on the stupid. That rabbit is mine."
Crow chuckled. "Foxes are a cocky bunch, aren't they?"
"Indubitably," Owl confirmed. "Are you prepared to escort a rabbit into the after-world?"
Crow raised his ebon beak high, "Wherever I perch, death is sure to come." Crow then flew up to a higher vantage point and awaited the outcome of the hunt.
Rabbit munched the sweet grass, oblivious to the hungry eyes upon him.
Fox edged closer, closer to his prey.
Fox crouched, his hind legs prepared to leap at his meal.
Owl silently dropped from his branch.
Both collided over Rabbit's head.
Red fur blurred with brown feathers as Fox and Owl thrashed about. Claw and fang, beak and talon, ripping and tearing, until in one severing red stroke, both combatants stuck a mortal blow upon the other.
Life's breath escaping, the words, "My rabbit" were their last.
Crow swooped down from the tree, landing next to the now quite alarmed Rabbit.
"Quite the exciting afternoon for you, Rabbit," Crow joked.
"Such savagery," Rabbit shook.
"It's always that way with their kind," Crow replied, hopping over to the fallen combatants. "Had they cooperated, they could have shared your bits and pieces betwixt them."
Rabbit blanched. "You are no comfort, Crow."
"Alas," Crow continued, "they battled instead of bartered, choose the fight over friendship, and now they share the same fate."
"And what fate is that?" Rabbit reluctantly inquired.
"The same fate as yours," Crow replied.
"What! I am nothing like Owl or Fox!" Rabbit screeched.
"It matters not," Crow counseled. "Whether you choose a rabbit's life of peace and harmony, or the fox and owl's life of bloodshed, everyone meets me in the end."
"You're horrible," Rabbit scolded.
"I'm right," Crow countered.
"No! You make it sound like the life I lead makes no difference," Rabbit huffed.
"Tell me, Rabbit, how will you be remembered?" Crow queried.
"I'll be remembered as gentle and kind. A friend," Rabbit replied.
"And how do you suppose Owl and Fox will be remembered?" Crow pressed.
"Savages, brutes who thought they were smarter than everyone else because they had advantages that the rest of us didn't, like Fox's magic cloak, or Owl's silent flight."
"And that's the difference," Crow croaked. "Just because you're going to end up having your bones picked over by me doesn't mean you have to be a sinister fiend on your way to my beak. Who knows? Some may have nice things to say about you after I've finished my meal."
Crow's beak snapped down and back up again. "Eyeball?" he offered Rabbit.
Rabbit recoiled and hopped away.
"Suit yourself," Crow muttered.