This is our neighbor. We call him Mr Fox. He feeds the foxes every night. He never wears a shirt. I wonder if that is a year round thing.
He makes this goop he mixes up every day. As part of his fox feeding ritual he stirs the goop aggressively, bangs on the side of his metal container to tell his fox friends it's time to eat and then flings spoonful after spoonful until the container is empty.
No one questions him. He flings his fox goop with impunity. I'm the only one who still seems to pay him any attention. I want to be an eccentric old man, someday. (Please don't take the obvious shot and say that I already am...)
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