I saw a red fox sitting in the middle of the street, just as I turned a corner on one of my regular running routes. It saw me coming first, of course, and had already positioned itself to run, should I come its direction. So, I was not destined to study it for long, as I must have seemed like a fast-approaching threat, and foxes don't live long in the city when they don't take such threats seriously. Dogs, cars, and running men have already beat the fox populace to an airy thinness.
It accelerated across the suburban lawnscape with an ease this jogger has never even dreamed of, and was probably somewhere in the brush watching me as I went lumbering by.
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