Game of the week: animalistic exquisite corpse (Thanks to Caramel!)

It was raining cats and dogs this morning, but he knew he had to do it. There was no other choice but to go there. Wearing his green wellies and a black mac, Mr. Nice rushed to the overflowing pond with a bucket to rescue his scarlet koi carps. Mr Nice had bees in his bonnet: he knew perfectly well what dwelt near the pond. How to avoid it was another matter. As he approached, he saw a shadow lurking by the nearby tree. He felt like a sitting duck: he had to act and quickly. He ignored the goosebumps riddling his skin and ran for it. He dived and cupped both his hands on the shadow. He had it! He opened his hands and saw an unusual fox, white of coat & red of socks! Mr. Nice was speechless! The fox explained that the carps had switched his colours when he had tried to catch one of the magical carps! Mr. Nice gave the fox a bear hug and took him home. "Something must be done to obviate the injury," he thought. So back home he cut herbs, brewed them and then dried the decoction which turned into a horse pill. The effect was to be known after a whole day. The fox looked as snug as a bug in a rug sitting there on his Chesterfield sofa in front of the fire. So Mr. Nice decided to act. He thought there was more than one way to paint a fox. But it was a horse of another colour. As cool as a cucumber, he proceeded to the pond in the hopes of reasoning with the carps but they were known to be as clever as a cartload of monkeys. Catspaws riddled the surface of the pond under a slight breeze. The carps were huddled together, thick as thieves, nonchalantly gulping air. "Did you or did you not monkey with the fox?" Mr. Nice asked them, in an equally nonchalant manner. They were as meek as lambs: "We didn't do anything," cried they with one voice. "Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes! Confess!" roared Mr Nice. The carps were lying through their teeth. "I cant stand here rabbiting with you all day!" exclaimed Mr. Nice. So he went to buy some truth serum at the local CIA retail store. Back to the pond, the carps were going ape. "No! No! No! Don't do that!" He emptied the whole bottle, smirking. "So now... Trapped as a bird in a cage! Speak the truth or die, no, lie forever!" blurted out Mr. Nice. Who was no longer nice. He was ready to tackle the bull by the horns. The carps, seeing this, surrendered and said: "Yes, we did it!Some of us had a whale of a time tormenting him after years of listening to his arctic tales. But most of us wanted to summon the snow!" And that is the end of the cock and bull story.