Kitsune

The sentry stood at the northeast corner of the Presidential Palace in Pyongyang, North Korea.

He stood gazing in the same northeasterly direction and was somewhat mystified to see a white fox approaching from that direction.

Paid very little on his guard's salary and feeling famished by the ever constant famine that seemed to be present for some reason in the North Korean Workers' Paradise, the guard resolved to shoot the fox and take it home to his family for supper when he got off guard duty.

But as the sentry raised his gun, he froze.

Literally froze.

He could not move.

The white fox walked past him.

As it did so, the sentry was shocked to discover that the white fox had nine tails.


* * *

Kim Jong-un the designated heir to North Korean dictator Kim Jong-il was asleep in bed.

He thought he heard a roar of thunder and a distant flash of lightning- very unusual in North Korea in the winter.

He opened his eyes.

Standing there in his bedroom was a very very very beautiful woman wearing a translucent almost glowing white dress.

The woman did not look Korean.

She looked Japanese.

Was this an enemy agent who had succeeded in infiltrating his bedroom?

"Who are you?" he demanded to know.

"Kitsune," the woman replied.

Kitsune- the word- the name sounded Japanese to him.

"How did you get in here..." Kim asked but before he could finish his sentence, the woman was on top of him with a strength that was almost supernatural in its power.

When it was all over, Kim felt completely drained of what Austin Powers International Man of Mystery would have referred to as his mojo.

He also felt strangely elated for some reason.

Not to mention a sudden craving for tofu.

He picked up the phone near his bed and asked for a bowl to be delivered to his room.

He lay there gazing up at the ceiling with a blank look in his eyes.

Over and over he chanted the same words in an almost mantra like state, "I must start World War III... I must start World War III..."

To be continued.