Ozian daydreams and Rube Goldberg...

Ding dong the foxes are gone, the wicked fox, the wicked old fox, ding dong the wicked fox is gone. They've gone where the foxes go, they've gone and gone.... you get the drift. The foxes have moved on, no more, nada, zilch... gonzo. No more yakety yak about how grey foxes are 14 pounds, how they can climb trees or their dens can sometimes be up to 75 feet. What is good about their moving on, is that I can frolic in the yard again..

Now Andre and dad are working on a Rube Goldberg contraption, instead of just opening a can.. it now can take 6 steps to open a can with a tab.. this is better?? Humans you have to live with them, even though they are very weird.