The gentleman farmer looks up from his typewriter.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

Not again.

He stands and walks to his gun cabinet, selecting a .22 rifle. He shoots the varmint before it enters his coop. He returns to his desk and studies the blank paper.

Joseph Sidari writes from Boston. He is waiting for his agented novel, LITTLE GREEN MEN, to be published. He would never shoot a fox. See more at josephsidari.com.