When I came to university last week, I saw him at once.
Do you remember one of my old posts about the wooden fox (who then disappeared?)
I am curious, always wanted to know things precisely.
(Well - why you English have the saying "Curiosity kills the cat" I found out later, under different circumstances - in another Life...)
So: I asked around. The janitor told me that someone had stolen the sculpture.
NOT OK!
Now there stood this one.
He didn't look quite young. Wiser, white hair over night (well - over a few month).
A fox in sheepskin?
I went and - of course, being me - touched him.
Stone cold.
So: This time it will be much -- heavier --- to steal him!
He looks like a very good fox. Big and healthy and strong almost a wolf. I hope that keeps the thieves away.
ReplyDeleteMe too, Rachel - me too! :-)
DeleteI do not say "Curiosity kills the cat!" I say, "I must know everything." Sometimes I say, "I must know EVERYTHING."
ReplyDeleteYes, Joanne, I am with you - but sometimes if you then know EVERYTHING it almost kills you. But in that case I have to remind me that a cat has nine lives.
DeleteSo he dipped himself in concrete and returned?
ReplyDeleteI think that they really carved him out of stone, Emmae - it is not concrete, I think.
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