Foxes

I don’t know what the fox says, but I know what it looks like – it looks like a cat and a dog had a baby and, quite surprisingly, everything came out ok.  While it looks the dominant physical attribute (phenotype) genes were of the canine variety, the brain is obviously feline-dominant in this apparent chimera of a genus.  That is to say, the craftiness, the creeping, the sudden pounces and the overall temperament that it does not give a deuce what any human thinks are far more aligned with the sentiments of cats.  If the animal kingdom were suddenly given human personalities and trades based upon their overall behavior (which, of course, is extraordinarily anthropomorphic) then foxes would be the field operatives of intelligence agencies due to their evasive and elusive tactical prowess; think ‘Jason Bourne’ of the animal kingdom…no ‘Jason Bourne’ is not an animal and neither are you, though he may be a beast.  Just think, the creatures were once (and still, on occasion are) used to entertain hunters who had become bored with hunting lions and tigers and needed more of a challenge…a fox hunt, anyone.  One tends to see more road kill coyotes than foxes, which makes one question why the original ‘Frogger’ arcade game wasn’t ‘Foxer’ – really, one jump per highway lane for a frog…now that’s a big frog.  Nonetheless, as intriguing, witty, clever and sly as foxes are, it has never been a complement to be called a fox due to the fact the demerits of their character cast a far broader shadow than any positive elements.  Thus, to be called a ‘fox’ would be a great insult.  To be called a fox by the Son of God would be less of a platitude and more of an affront on reality.  “He replied, "Go tell that fox, 'I will keep on driving out demons and healing people today and tomorrow, and on the third day I will reach my goal.'” (Luke 13:32)