So it had come to this. A walk through the streets at night. I hastily prepared myself in front of my sister's mirror. It was a full moon and I needed to apply just the right amount of sunscreen. I didn't know where my sister was at the time. She had disappeared a long time hence. I was in the mood for ginger nuts so I moved into the kitchen. I proceeded to eat. One, then finally thirteen more. It was good and I felt the surge of sugar in my blood.
The time was right and I made my move. To cut a long story short it wasn't long before I was speeding through an alley. The air was close and moist and it pressed in on me like a shark. Stress was the name of the game as I approached the first open street. I looked around. To my left nothing. To my right nothing. But I heard the roar of a diesel engine and I thought f*** this that's essentially the antithesis of a harmonious method of transport.
A fox appeared. Skulking. It moved like a fox, dancing this way and that. Cleverly avoiding my ever surprised stare. What a master in this place I thought to myself involuntarily. And I hunkered down against an old sandstone wall and considered matters. This is basically his morning! And I'm about to get some much-needed rest! Silence. And then a scratching and a scraping noise in the bushes. And then nothing.
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