On a morning walk in a quiet park where city foxes are said to live we saw no flash of an orange tail between the winter trees. But high above was Mr. Fox, smiling sly.
Published on February 8, 2012
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On a morning walk in a quiet park where city foxes are said to live we saw no flash of an orange tail between the winter trees. But high above was Mr. Fox, smiling sly.
