Looking for my gloves as the water buckets were filling, I remembered leaving them just outside the door, as the afternoon was wondrously mild, and to feel the sun on bare skin was seductive pleasure.
A pleasure for which there was going to be a price, for as sure as night follows day, I had forgotten to retrieve them........
Opening the door, I looked right. As expected, the gloves were gone. Twenty feet up the trail, the right glove was found, it having been repaired once before with red electrical tape. Damaged goods were not to her liking, it appeared, for she had left her scat upon it, as evidence of her disgust. The left glove never did turn up......carried off by Vexin' to her secret trove of collectibles, gathered from other unwary neighbors.
Let's see now......one lunge line (chewed in twain), one saucer (retrieved) and one glove (missing)...... exchanged for one set of earmuffs (also chewed in half) and one glove (too small).
Wondering what, where and when the young vixen would strike next, I turned my attention to the fresh tracks and droppings of the two moose that were likewise frequenting the neighborhood....


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