Did he give a fig? No. Give a care? Nope. Not a trot.
No manners either that street talking fox.
Cheek of it! My fine wiry self an impostor?!
Barked right back at him " Yeah. We'll see who's what" Heck. Had a mouth on him that one. Along with terrierfying teeth. Strangely. Very similar to mine.
Can you believe it? Oh. The shame. Squares only went and dragged me back from my window sentry post. Blabbing how his bite could be worse than his bark.Or mine. Just when I was in full flow telling him how my foxy self was WIRED.
Mr. Fox sunbathed and snoozed the afternoon away. Seen him since then too. Strolling along my shed roof as if he owned it. Though bloggies. Got to admire his clever camouflage. Crafty eh? Sort of handsome too in his non doggy way. Xpect Lacie will be asking me for his phone number any day now.
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