Mystery Fox

The Mystery Fox...well, I guess all foxes are pretty mysterious, really.

For the second time in 5 nights, I have walked out the front door of my flat late at night, and seen this red fox scurry about on the opposite side of Bedford Place. How queer! He must live somewhere in Russell Square park nearby. Surely it is the same fox that I've seen both nights.

Each time, I have thought him to be a cat at first, then seen his bushy tail and pointed skinny snout. A red fox in the middle of London... I do hope I continue to see him. I am thinking about giving him a name, but I really think I need three encounters to warrant that sort of amiable affection toward my furry friend. I hope one day he'll warm up to me, but i know that's not the sort of thing a red fox does. If he were to become friendly, he most likely would have a pretty harsh cockney accent, and i imagine i'd have to ask him to repeat himself a few times. I remember in high school that Mr. Pate used to differentiate between a red fox and a gray fox, saying that one of the species was able to climb trees and the other was not. I think the red fox CAN climb trees. So, you know, that's pretty sweet.