Foxy Brown

I keep seeing my fox, running around in that field on that same road. I love that little guy (or girl). By “keep” I mean that I’ve now seen him (/her) twice on drives with Miki. I want to hug that fox. This time I noticed his (/her) eyes glowing in the pitch black from god knows how far away. So far away, that Miklos did not believe me at first. But then I proved, as I am wont to do, that I am the coolest with the best vision yet again, when he finally realized I was right and there was a fox behind us in that field again. I rule. So does that fox.

I want a pet fox.

Oh, and good results for the first test of the year.

Bad results for my car. Not that it’s been diagnosed professionally yet (if ever), but she is not looking too good. I miss you, car.

About Nikki

I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.
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