Saturday, May 8, 2010

A dead stuffed animal

Early this morning, I drove by a baby fox fixed to the freshly painted white stripe of a road that splits a forest. His little limbs lay limp like a Beanie Baby's. A plum, triangle tongue used to mother's milk poked out of his bobble head and his once exploring eyes had X's over them. I wonder if the guy who hit him had a shitty day today.

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