The Silver Vixen is out with her coven terrorising the simple folk of Worthing. The Gorse Fox has been left to his own devices (Cousteau-cub being at Urban-cub's).A walk was called for, but GF could really be bothered to plan anything to adventurous. He decided that today would be a circular walk starting and ending at the front door.
Mellors had turned up whilst GF was preparing... so he passed polite conversation and then got started. Out from The Gorse, he strolled inland passing the pond turning east. On the way he passed the security guard who insisted there would be "no rain this coming week" whilst stroking the space where his beard may once have nestled. (He looked as if he had once had a full beard and moustache that had crept up his cheeks and round his eyes, but then in a fit of pique he had shaved everything below his top lip... oh yes, and did GF meantion he was ginger).
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