We brought a dead fox into our house.
My sad mother said, “We can’t leave it there, not like that.” She tidied it up, sweetened its death mask.
I felt sick but sad too, just like mother said.
The fleas thought, “This is the best thing that’s happened to us.”
Richard lives in England and enjoys wondering where his readers are.
Richard, I am here in Portland, Oregon in NW of US. I enjoyed your story. Take care.
Thanks very much from rainy grey London England!
what a brilliant story
This made me LOL. Thank you, Richard!
I also am in Portland, Oregon, on a brilliantly sunny day. But many days it is as rainy and grey here as there. What goes around, comes around. Nice story,
I’m in Portland as well. And I love the turn this takes!
I like it. It’s sharp and neat. But do fleas feed on dead animals?
You’ve peaked my curiosity, sir.