Sylvia A. Winters

If a cat is thrown a lemon, he builds a log cabin and spends the summer in Canada

Hope is Foxeh

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Hope. It’s a funny thing, isn’t it?

The other day I was walking in the woods and I came across a fox that had been mauled by a dog. He had no legs left and his heart was half out of his chest. But he looked me in the eye and he told me, he was going to Italy in the summer, and he couldn’t wait. He was going to learn the language, eat shit loads of pizza, and drink all the wine in the country.

I told him it wasn’t likely, looking at the state of him, but he was insistent. He’d booked his flights, knew which hotel he was staying at (a lovely abandoned underground basement, by the way, which he’d share with a family of rats in case he got peckish).

He said he’d bring back plenty of photographs, set up a slide show, make a lecture out of it.

And then his jaw fell off and I left him to it. I had a party to get to.

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Written by Sylvia A. Winters

February 4, 2013 at 1:46 am

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