Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for January 13, 2014

Alice, you don’t know how very lucky you are that Daddy didn’t see a fox.

Funny Sisyphos. The only way I can describe what a fox does is to say that they sound like someone with a bad chest cold. Ack…Ack

Foxes bark. There’s nothing complicated about it.

Last month I saw a couple of foxes in a field by the woods near where I live (really pretty foxes; I wish I’d had my camera with me). I stood still enough that they didn’t notice me standing there for a while, and I watched them for a while and I heard them bark. That’s how I found out what a fox says. Big deal.

We have a family of foxes that have stayed in our woods for three years. They normally only den in the same place one year at a time, but they seem to be fond of the cheap dog food we dish out.

I’ve never understood why people teach an infant a two-syllable word – choo-choo – instead of the proper one-syllable word – train. The kids have to unlearn everything you taught them.

They should have called the song, “What Does the Giraffe Say?” or “What Does the Bunny Say?”

What does the fox say? peebleppeepledepeepepppe. Google the video!

What the Fox ACTUALLY says…