{"id":158,"date":"2022-05-13T11:01:19","date_gmt":"2022-05-13T15:01:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/writers-on-writing\/?p=158"},"modified":"2022-05-31T10:52:10","modified_gmt":"2022-05-31T14:52:10","slug":"fuckin-foxes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/writers-on-writing\/fuckin-foxes\/","title":{"rendered":"Fuckin\u2019 Foxes"},"content":{"rendered":"<header class=\"entry-header\">\n<h1 class=\"entry-title\"><em style=\"font-size: 16px;font-weight: 400\">by Thais Lawson &#8217;24<\/em><\/h1>\n<\/header>\n<div class=\"entry-content\">\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-158-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/writers-on-writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/825\/2022\/05\/fox-screaming-in-the-night.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/writers-on-writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/825\/2022\/05\/fox-screaming-in-the-night.mp3\">https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/writers-on-writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/825\/2022\/05\/fox-screaming-in-the-night.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The screaming began at sunset. It usually did.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cFuckin\u2019 foxes<i>,<\/i>\u201d Dan muttered, peering into the night from where he was sitting, swaying gently, on his brand new porch swing.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Porch swings weren\u2019t a thing you could have in a big city apartment. Neither were porches. Two of the many advantages that he was discovering to country life. One of the disadvantages were foxes.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>They sounded like screaming women. Or dying children. It was revolting.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Dan closed his eyes, and tried to ignore the noise as he lit a cigarette. Another perk to country life. Though it hadn\u2019t really been the city that had prevented him from smoking as much as it had been his ex-wife\u2019s nagging. But he was living the country life now, and could smoke wherever he damn well pleased.<\/p>\n<p>The screams were getting louder.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cFuckin\u2019\u00a0<i>foxes<\/i>.\u201d<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Dan went to get his shotgun. Shotguns were another advantage to country life.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>He stalked into the woods that surrounded his new plot of land. That was another nice thing. He liked going for walks in the woods.\u00a0 He used to go all the time with his kids. Maybe his wife would let them come over some time, and they could walk through these woods together too.<\/p>\n<p>The screams were getting closer.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0Dan was\u00a0practically right on top of the damn pest, and then he\u2019d have his peace and quiet.\u00a0And maybe a new scarf.\u00a0<\/span>He kicked his way through a bramble thicket and found himself in a clearing.<\/p>\n<p>That thing was\u00a0<em>definitely<\/em>\u00a0not a fuckin\u2019 fox. At least, not anymore it wasn\u2019t.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The screaming followed Dan as he drove all the way back to the city.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Thais Lawson &#8217;24 &nbsp; The screaming began at sunset. It usually did.\u00a0 \u201cFuckin\u2019 foxes,\u201d Dan muttered, peering into the night from where he was sitting, swaying gently, on his brand new porch swing.\u00a0 Porch swings weren\u2019t a thing you could have in a big city apartment. Neither were porches. 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