“Haven’t they ever seen a fox before?” the Irishman standing next to me asked. Perhaps some of the foreign visitors snapping photos hadn’t. He was thinking one thing, but I was wondering another.
“Well, not in the city!” I replied. “How in the world did this one find himself right here taking a nap on the lawn of the Museum of American History?”
The visitors standing around us had their cell phones up, snapping away at the seemingly docile, sleepy fox napping just feet away from us. From what I could see, no one was calling Animal Control. They were taking in the fox as curiously as they would study the museum exhibits they had come to visit.
I never did get to tell the Irishman that in fact, we have seen foxes before in my sister’s back yard.
Later for dinner, I couldn’t help but tell a friend of my sister about our encounter with the fox. I still was wondering and asking “How in the world did he get to the Mall with all the buildings, people, busy streets and traffic?”
My sister’s friend winked and then quipped “I think he took the subway from your sister’s house.”