Sunset visitor
Every evening as Maghrib calls, a baby fox appears at our back door, ready to pounce… on a pair of slippers or a football. We have learned not to leave the garden flip-flops out now, for otherwise we will find them abandoned on the lawn in the morning, mildly chewed. So now the fox just stands there watching as we bow in prayer and then scarpers as we fall prostrate.
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Yeah, good timing.
— noted by JoJo 5:11 pm on 15th July, 2009 .
Aren’t foxes the most beautiful creatures?
— noted by Ahmed 8:56 pm on 15th July, 2009 .
Don’t be too sure — the fox is probably praying, too.
— noted by aiman 2:37 pm on 16th July, 2009 .
Trust Me
— noted by aiman 3:05 pm on 16th July, 2009 .