Through green we run,
Whisked with flame,
Still they fired, again, again.
Off we ran,
Using the tricks,
Wading through river,
Trailing through ditch.
Covering scent
Of vixen friend,
Starting to stray
From old trend.
"Quiet" I begged her,
Holding her still,
"Hide under here,
near this young hill."
The dogs they came,
Horses too,
And worst of all,
Men, of them two.
The men they searched,
The men they hunted,
The men they cried in vain.
For I had hidden the green-eyed vixen
Until we met again.







Devious Comments
*bends ears back* I'm a fox....and I've got green eyes....>< *puts in colored contacts* :3
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|M|O|D|E|S|T|E| |J|A|C|Q|U|E|S| |B|A|B|I|N|E|A|U|X| - my DRUG
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[link] Calibered Furs, Dont mess with us!
CS:S, TF2, DoD:S, HL2
"No cat has 8 tails. Every cat has 1 more tail than no cat. Therefore, every cat has 9 tails."
Y'know, why are they [foxes] hunted? What's the point? It's not like their game animals, you can't eat them. (ew...)
Plus, there's not much of a fur market anymore, so there's really no reason for it.
Except if you're British royalty and you want to look cool while you blow your hunting horn.
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[link] Calibered Furs, Dont mess with us!
CS:S, TF2, DoD:S, HL2
"No cat has 8 tails. Every cat has 1 more tail than no cat. Therefore, every cat has 9 tails."
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[link] Calibered Furs, Dont mess with us!
CS:S, TF2, DoD:S, HL2
"No cat has 8 tails. Every cat has 1 more tail than no cat. Therefore, every cat has 9 tails."
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