Fox Air B and B

The most welcoming bedroom I ever had was high up in a tree. My hosts were foxes, I believe there were about twenty-three. Some hogged the pillow, but most kind of let me be. They were bragging to everyone about their Air B and B. We slept well, and it was a good deal, a reasonable fee. I got poked a few times, one kit laid all night on my knee. But in the morning, they served me a delicious lemon tee. And they invited me again to stay with them in that glorious tree.