So I am told I am a rat.
These creatures hover outside the hospital, rummaging around the bushes. They chew on old fag butts of concerned family members and close friends.
These family members and close friends return to their cars not noticing the shadow dance of the rat.
This car takes them to the drive of their home in which a fox is caught by the car lights.
This fox is noticed.
The close friends and family members talk over the recent rise in fox sightings and wonder what is to be done about it.
Fox Hunt.
