What the FOX that?!

So i've officially been acquainted with a real live fox. Not those cute little fox 'n the hound type red fluffy kinds you see talking and smiling and cavorting in story books, bursting into song about how great the flowers and the rain are. No no, this one was a mangey, jackal-like mongrel, grey and bedraggled and most probably rabid (although i must admit i would have needed binoculars to check for a foaming mouth given the distance i maintained between predator and prey). No bloody WAYS are they all small and fluffy like poodles. They are nasty smelly scrofulous vermin that terrify the living shit out of me and make my evening Marlboro trips downstairs a living nightmare. How the bloody hell i'm going to survive my walks in the countryside when i'm on assignment god alone knows. Bugger the whole anti-hunting things here, i say call in the hounds, or failing that i'll need the sawn-off shotgun i have under my car seat back in SA. Fluffy better get the hell off my property. Run bitch run!!