The phone rang!
Gorse Fox leapt from bed and started his headless-chicken impersonation as he tried to a) find his glasses, b) find his slippers, c) find his dressing gown, and d) run down the stairs; all at the same time. Of these, all he actually managed was to get to the bottom of the stairs.
Was it one of the cubs?
Was there a problem?
Was everything all right?
Gaining a degree of composure he answered the call. It was his beloved aunt from the colonies. An elderly uncle had passed away, and she wanted to let him know while she remembered.
Beloved aunt then went on:
"I knew you go to bed late" - er, no! He goes to bed early, and gets up early.
"Have you got a cold?", He replied in the affirmative
"Now that makes me feel guilty" she said.
Then she chuckled (as only she can) - "You know I got your number wrong just now? I phoned your old house... I got him out of bed too! she confessed. Apparently he was non-plussed "Were you trying to call the Gorse Fox? He moved from here seven years ago" Re-checking her address book, she realised the mistake and called the right number.
Gorse Fox returned to bed chuckling.
[File under: Diary]
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