Monday, May 23, 2011
Fox & Anchor
There will be many more posts about this magical Pub and Hotel but let me start out with their side of the story, and that is the story of the fox and the anchor:
There are times when you tire of the chase and your surroundings. The fox was no different. Charging from wood to glade, never able to take in nature's treasures, the endless fight with chicken wire and fence, the dodging of buckshot and hound. It was clearly time to make a sly change - A warmer climate, maybe the feel of sand underpaw, or to lands where the sunsets burned as rusty red as his coat. He thought of asking the geese, but thought better of it. They had history. Despite being an average swimmer he followed the river downstream to the sea, trickle became torrent and the fox thought he would surely be a gonner. Sodden, wringing wet through and beyond the point-of-no-return, he abruptly felt himself hoisted out of the water by the anchor of a passing cargo ship en-route for the Azores. Given a warm bed and just the sustenance he had been waiting for, the fox had finally found a retreat where he was never hounded and the fowl ran free. You see, if you're determined, you'll always find aweigh.
Goodnight little foxes.
Posted by Emily Faulstich at 7:41 PM