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I was feeling restless this fine evening, and decided to take a stroll along my favourite routes with a joint or two, when I was almost jumped by a sneaky bastard in the shadows.
I had completed most of my ramble in the full moon across the neglected paths and forgotten alleys of my silent village. Feeling much refreshed in the warm night air, unencumbered by company with seldom a soul in sight. I feel safe in these streets and fields, having frequented them since childhood. I stopped at a bench near home to enjoy the remains of my smoke in the pale moonlight and still air.
I was routinely alerted to the casual noises of the night rumbling across the velvet night, the rustling of animals and the cracking of twigs. I was vigilant but relaxed, knowing any persons who approached would be clearly audible.
After some time I looked to my right, and was instantly aware of another presence. Dark, and smaller than me, I instantly became aware that I had startled it with my movement. An animal then. My heart started pounding, and a rushing filled my ears; three staccato barks assaulted my ears, and a thousand possibilities shrieked through my mind. A dog!? a cat? A Fox! The presence; a Fox indeed, made off roughly twenty yards and stopped back to look at me. Resuming his audacious assault the fox called, I imagined, for reinforcement and rally, his cry piercing the night in a shrill scream that can wake a man in sweat from the deadest of sleeps.
Rousing my own courage and grit I stood and stared this rabid, foul beast down. The terror receded from my heart and my eyes and the light began to shine once again within me. I began my measured stride towards home never taking my eyes from the beast that tried to dodge my eyes in the low light; staying close to the ground and dashing here and there occasionally. Soon enough I reached the first tendrils of the orange haze thrown out by the sodium streetlights in my street. I passed through the gate and was Home.
I quite like foxes.