Whispers beneath the roots ch 2

The journey of the fox continues

I was walking down with my high purr within the cave till I saw it.

"I think the spoon blinked at me." 😳

I blinked back. Then, as if it had grown legs, it ran straight. I followed it into a chamber, and oh gosh�"it smelled sweetest it could. Then everything puffed sideways like someone sneezed in a snow globe, and boom�"I was standing on a jelly platform wobbling over… was that boiling custard?

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

It was hot�"my paws screamed in agony�"but then, suddenly�"

"POP!"

A blueberry in a tutu crash-landed on my head. It giggled. I giggled. Then twelve more followed, and one of them had a tiny trumpet for some reason.

“TRIAL ONE!” a cream puff announced, “Bounce these berries into the Pie of Eternal Memory!”

Simple, right? Wrong. The berries had zero coordination. One tried to floss. One bounced into my tail and vanished into a nearby wormhole. The smug strawberry kept yelling, “YOU GOT THIS, CHIEF!” while not helping at all.

Eventually, I figured it out. I sang them a weird bouncy song�"mostly about jam�"and somehow that hypnotized them into hopping in the right direction.

The pie burped once (a polite burp), then vanished in a swirl of glitter crumbs.

“Woo!” I said, and the whipped cream clapped. With tiny spoons for hands.

Then the spoon in my paw got warm again and teleported me (I think?) into a floating kitchen made of clouds and tea kettles.

Here comes TRIAL TWO, apparently.

A teacup the size of a moon loomed before me. Inside, dark swirly stuff shimmered like secrets.

“Boil it!” said a tiny ladle.

I nodded like I totally understood and promptly got whispered at by the tea. Not cool.

It started saying stuff like remember when you fell into that cake in front of everyone? and you still call it a pasketti instead of spaghetti.

I giggled. Couldn’t help it. I cackled, snorted, full-on belly-laughed until my face hurt and my tail caught a giggle too.

And you know what? That tea boiled. It got so embarrassed it turned into steam and whistled a little victory tune.

Then came the last trial.

Just… a table. Empty. Not even crumbs. Rude.

“Cook what isn’t there,” whispered a voice from a floating garlic.

Okay then.

I swirled the spoon. Stirred air. Pretended to dice invisible onions. I added a sprinkle of something I once dreamed, and a dash of whatever lives behind giggles.

It started to glow. Kinda shyly. Like, hey, I wasn’t expecting this attention but okay.

Then�"poof!�"a tiny dish floated up. Looked like mist shaped into a giggle.

I served it with my most serious face (which still looked like a fox that just heard a squeaky toy).

The whole world around me gave a very slow, very cozy sigh.

I think I passed. ...Or flunked so hard I looped back around to winning.

Anyway, the spoon wagged its little handle and pointed toward a glowing doorway full of glittery spaghetti smoke.

Guess I'm off to the next nonsense.

I love it here.

Onto the next chamber.

Yeah, you guessed it�"the spoon once again grew legs.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

This is completely delightful chaos, like Alice in Wonderland meeting MasterChef in a dream cooked by a giggling fox. Your voice is wild, whimsical, and refreshingly original, with perfect comedic timing. It’s silly in the smartest way. Every bizarre moment creates its own magical logic.

[S€H@J]

Thankyou, Chapter 3 yet in progress

[Neha agrawal]

I am waiting

[S€H@J]

It's out!!!