I'm afraid of wild animals. The truth comes out. I hate them. I hate rodents, and raccoons, and foxes and deer and coyote. So today, when I was playing outside with my brother Aidan, I happened to glance at the field. And there, sitting between the only two trees out there was an object. I looked harder and discovered it was probably a fox. I pointed at it, and me and Aidan suddenly froze. Then I told him to grab his shoes (we had taken them off to go on the trampoline) and run. I didn't want to take a long time, lest the animal approach us. We ran through the muddy ground, in our socks, and ran inside and slammed the door.
We told Ian and Tim (older brothers) about it and they went out to look. Alfie (other older brother) went out also. Ian had predicted it was just a log he had seen out there earlier.
When they came in, they were carrying something with them. It was the log, just as Ian had thought. But it looked amazingly like a fox. It looked like there was a snout and ears and in the posture of sitting down.
It was particularly funny for me, because I had just read a book that morning where a man was walking at night, and thought he had seen a bear, but it had just been a tree stump. And he had seen it when he walked by it in daylight before, too.
Well, thats all. I posted two short posts on my other blogs, so I thought I'd make one long one. Bye y'all.
2 comments:
Ian should of moved it when he was standing out there for 20 minutes.
Annie :)
Yeah, I should have. It really did look just like a fox.
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