the fox and the hound
I went to the garden, the garden of Eden, or so I thought. It was at the back of my house, in my own backyard - or was it? Well, if I'm not the inhabitant of that house, then it's not my house, but it's still a garden, in someone's own backyard. Sitting in a white chair, I looked just ahead, and there, just ahead of the table - the white table in-front of the chair which had a newspaper on it and a smoking pipe, I saw a fox and a hound. The fox running and the hound chasing it around. The fox... Sign in to see full entry.