The Quick Brown Fox Jumps

Yesterday morning I was sitting at the big table out on my back porch, assembling the latest issue of the newsletter for our local Lions Club. I looked to the left, out the window, and what should I see ghosting across the lawn but a quick trotting fox!

The fox paused, stood still, its tail sticking straight out behind it. Then it resumed its pace, all the way to the back of the property. There it turned to the right and trotted along the barbed wire fence, almost until it reached the cemetery. At that point, the fox jumped through the fence and into the cornfield beyond.

Damn, I love living out in the country!