Channeling the Fox
The second he put on the boxer shorts he began to box.
It was instantaneous, and he was great at it too.
He is amazing said his aunt, who remembered the Fox.
His grandpa Tom, a professional boxer with silk shorts of blue.
It is like he is channeling the fox said his aunt Marsha Lee.
I have to admit, said his uncle Tommy, I certainly do agree.
The four-year-old put himself into a stance invented by Tom.
His audience all cheered for him and called him the “bomb”.
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