The Foxtrick

Ah well, aestivation or hibernation, here's the other one and you are ever so free to like it or not.

Dinner in The White Dog Inn. By a hot treacle sponge dessert, our hostess tells the story of the fox hunt. Not an upclass ritual hunt it was.
A fox, greatly annoying to the farmers had to be caught.
The Inn was crowded with locals to await the homecoming of the hunting party. Beer, cider and bottles of many contents went round. After a very long wait the party returned with no fox. They never knew how it got away.

On that same day the laundry man does his weekly round with the little van to pick up the linnen from Inns and Pubs all over the region.On one of the stops he opens the back of the van and is met by an appallling, horrid smell. He curses and wonders which of his customers could have delivered him this offensive linnen without giving it a decent rinse. He starts rummaging out the bags and there in the back is the fox.
Who in his terror has lost control over his bowls.
He must have slipped in when the doors were left open at one of the pick ups.

The laundry man closes the doors, passes The White dog and at a safe distance lets the fox take his leave.

Then he drives back to the White Dog to join the drinkers wondering where the fox has gone.







Last edited by BranShea; 08/05/07 03:00 PM.