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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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4 Comments

  1. JoJo

    Yeah, good timing.

  2. Ahmed

    Aren’t foxes the most beautiful creatures?

  3. aiman

    Don’t be too sure — the fox is probably praying, too.

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