she was getting odd, doing dishes in the moonlight.

A sharp bark caught her attention, Sadie glanced around. Dog was inside for the night, sleeping right under the kitchen table.

The bark rang out again, Sadie leaned toward the window; bright moonlight threw heavy shadows across the yard, buildings rose out darkness. Everything was still, the livestock away for the night.

Then she saw it.

A low shadow scurrying, its body close to the ground; the moon caught it, backlighting a long tail and pricked-up ears.

The fox had returned.

Sadie smiled.

The fox paused, standing in the middle of the yard. Probably wondering where all the chickens went, she thought. Strange that it was back so soon, she wondered it if was feeding kits.

She tu...

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