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 … Continue reading