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I live in the town where the fox fell through the ceiling of the indoor market and landed in the bag display, unharmed and apparantly unperturbed. The family of foxes live in the false roof space above the market complete with cubs and come out at night to forage for food. There is no shortage of that. This is a seaside resort town and fast food is everywhere, and I mean everywhere. People drop food where they stand once they have stuffed themselves to capacity and seagulls and foxes feast with ease.
Of course its a long story about urban foxes having moved in from the non-existant countryside and living with ease off the fat of the land, and McDonalds.
The fox in the market is still there by the way but they have repaired the hole in the ceiling.
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03-12-2010, 09:14 AM
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