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Foxy Moxy and His Bride

I am in love with a real babe, Foxy Moxy said to his cousin Line. Gabe was picturing a sensuous fox with a silver tail fluffy and fine. You will meet her shortly, Foxy told him. She’s over by that pine. Line squinted his eyes, but he could see no female fox sublime. He was confused by Foxy’s declaration, where could she be? Yonder by the tallest pine, Foxy told him. The fluffiest tree. Goosy walked up to his cousin and gave him a peck on the cheek. Line was astounded and gave out a growl and a squeak. I know we are diverse, Foxy Moxy said to his favorite cousin. But she has the heart of gold of at least ten women, maybe a dozen. They married in May, under the pine so sweet, both of them happy. Line kept his mouths shut, eager to see the face of grandpappy.

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Date: 1/16/2022 10:03:00 AM
Your stories in rhyme are simply delightful, Caren. Love the personification of animals, too. They deserve this fine poetic treatment.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/16/2022 4:39:00 PM
I love doing these; they are inspired by childrens' illustrations.
Date: 1/16/2022 3:35:00 AM
That would be a wedding to attend for it would be the talk of the town. Creative way to discuss interracial marriages. Sara
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/16/2022 4:39:00 PM
Thank you Sara.