Green acres ain't the place for me..

You should have seen the fox he was with!

I know that the wizened wizard is rather fond of the furry-feral-ferocious-felons frolicking in the frosty-forest of her forgotten magical glen, but here in the Big City our animals are cut from a kinder, gentler and more refined fabric.

Unlike the rascally weasels inhabiting the wizened wizard’s confines or the masticating monsters lurking in darkened burrows, our concrete-and-glass-urban-jungle canine friends prefer to enjoy more social evenings out with good company and fine restaurants.

May I say what a gentleman this individual proved to be as he waited patiently until my pregnant wife was safely out of our vehicle before exiting his own S.U.V. and opening the passenger side door for his own traveling companion?

I’m sure one would never find one of the Wizards’s frothing-feral feasters exhibiting such refined manners. Yes, living in the country may possess certain rural charms, but city life too offers a certain refined entertainment that is equally valid in its own way.

In conclusion, I would just like to say, “Red Rover, Red Rover, we’d like to invite you both over for after dinner cocktails if you would care to join us.”

I'm sure the wizened wizard would never extend such an invitation to her felonious furried friends for fear of losing her good silverware.

P.S.

Thanks for all the kind comments left by those who were crafty enough to look behind the Wizard's photo editing on my last post and see the true beauty hidden beneath her magical machinations.

Hint, hint...