At 07:20ish this morning, my wife and I are lying in bed, when all of a sudden we heard a loud pop. We look at each other and realize it was a gun shot, which in our area of town, where there's no deep woods for miles, is unheard of. We both drift back to sleep wondering of all of our neighbors which ones would be the first to shoot each other. At 08:00AM, the phone rings, its our neighbor explaining that there is a rabid fox in his back yard. He goes onto explain that while in his back yard he was almost attacked by this creature. After observing him from safer ground, he watched as he repeatedly ran in circles banging his head on the shed (Cookoo for Cocoa Puffs). He then proceeded to call the cops. When the police officer arrived he quickly pulled out his side arm, shot him in the chest, and said, "problem solved, get a shovel and bury him" he then got into his cruiser and left. First Problem the fox wasnt dead!!!! Second Problem the ground is frozing and theres six inches of snow on the ground!!!!!!! Now this is where the phone call to me comes in. I have a frantic neighbor on the phone (my head still throbbing from the night before)saying , he's sooooo sorry to bother us but he's got a half dead fox doing the Curly Shuffle in his backyard. I quickly get up get my clothes on and try to mildly explain to my children why I'm going to the neighbors with a shovel and garbage bag in my hand.
Well trying to make a long story short, theres a garbage bag in my front yard awaiting the animal control officer, and my kids have strict orders to STAY AWAY FROM THE BAG!!!
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Dirty Harry
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