A small fox crossed my path the other day. His sleek coat shone as he slipped through the bushes and hid from my approach. Fast and wily he dashed through, in such a rush to avoid my gaze. He was the first fox I've ever seen in the wild. I like to imagine that he was off in a rush, to pick up his briefcase and hat and carry on his little way.
I found this beautiful little picture here. The perfect Mr. Fox.
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