Or: Another One Bites the Dust
Sunday morning I went out for the paper and noticed the neighborhood fox sitting in the neighbor’s yard stalking a squirrel in the tree. By the time I gathered the children and grabbed the camera, the fox had moved to the street for a better view and better shot. We watched for a few minutes then went back to our preparations for church, that is, everyone but Isaac, who wanted to see the drama unfold. His patience paid off, as did the patience of the fox, for within fifteen minutes the squirrel (no doubt having lost his patience) made a run for it, becoming a nice breakfast for a fox family.
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