Foxy doodle

This one’s all about the story.

Trying to beat my mega-cold with a hot, patchouli oil enhanced bath, I hear carnage outside the window.

It becomes apparent a birdie is in some serious trouble.

I spring out of the bath, quickly dry myself off, and put on my Bambi pjs.

Just as I’m about to open the door, an eery silence falls upon the neighbourhood, and I stop to consider my actions:

Hang on, so I’m just gonna go out there and beat the shit out of a fox in my pyjamas?

I slink back out of my pyjamas and into the bath.

The silence continues.