In the dark of dawn, twas the fox, not I
Our gazes locked on the other
As we stepped a wary foxtrot until..................
I sprang into action, arms flailing as I excitedly chased the fox along the street in South Yarra. Perhaps the fox feared I would catch it, so it crossed the street and challenged me to chase it again.......................as much as I wanted to continue the foxtrot, my purpose for being out before the sun came up was to complete a run session...................40 minute hill session........................noctural activity was high and I do believe that I startled a possum enough to cause it to fall out of the tree..........I didn't see the possum fall but I heard what sounded like a balloon, filled with water, hit the ground...........oops.....................me startling the possum may have had something to do with my excited state of being after chasing the fox, the kick-ball-changes/waltzing and leaps that I incorporated into the run or possibly the stylised arms that accompanied my loud whispers of 'foxy'.
Fun :)
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