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Bull an' Fox -02 We meet Tim, a Fox By GeneseePaws

first posted on May-6-2010

edited for continuity 3-8-2012

To those that look and / or those that are patient with me; here!

Here is my offering. It is purposefully written in dialect, it's all done, I mean it was dictated, but is now all written and transcribed, but I will post it in three or four sections, because oh! it needs the editing done, oh- yes, ...the editing ...

Part two, the story of a Bull, telling us of his plan. He's not stooopit...

Well, he's not!

Bull and Fox -02 Open Air Conditioning

I waited 'til Friday, see?. Cause I didn't, you know, I get off'a work 'til 11 at night, see? And that's really late. Fox don't wanna be prowlin' around that late at night, they wanna be -- you know -- kipping'. I'm waitin' 'til the end of the work-week and Friday. I stop by at our suppertime, and I ask him, 'You know your way around the city'?

And he nods.

"You know where Richmond is, right? Richmond Street?"

Richmond is a big street, I mean, it's not the best section of town or anything, but it's not a bad section, there's no crime, see? Very little crime. O.K., Ok, but it's better than a lot of places. It's not a slum or nothin'. It's just, you know, just us. And there are some toughs, but see, they'll leave you alone if you live there. Cause they know you'll rat out on 'em. I don't go tattlin' on any furrson. An' no one gives me a hard time, who's messin' with bulls, right? Forty year old bulls? I mean nobody. Nobody's gonna mess with 'em. And, Friday I take a key and I put it on a fancy keychain. I didn't go out and buy one, you know? I used what I had.

It was my sister's keychain. And it wasn't a pink heart, it was a red heart but it didn't look much like a heart, it looked more like an arrowhead, right? You know for the longest time I thought it was an arrowhead.

And it wasn't, it was just a really long heart, you know, like it had been melted, or sagging or somethin'. And I put it there, on the sandwiches.

He came up and he looked at it and he put it in his pocket fast as you could say, 'knife'.

And I asked him, "You know, where Richmond Street is?"

He said he did. He picked up the first sandwich. And there on top of the second sandwich is a pile of bus tokens; you know, about ten bus tokens. So he could ride back and forth.

"5589 Richmond, That's the key to the backdoor. You're not allowed to have any friends in -- just you, but I mean, I changed the sheets and everything. It's cleaned and got a fresh pillow. Ok?"

And he nods.

And I say, 'It's okay, i mean, there's no pressure if you don't care to show up, ...But if you want it, It's there. Yer own room with no strings, fer th' takin'.

And so Saturday morning dawns, grey and drear and about 10 o' clock it starts to rain. And by noon its just pourin' rain down in buckets, see? And I hear this little 'rap' at the backdoor. Cause I'm sittin' in the kitchen right? But I'm sittin' in the kitchen back at the table, but instead of sittin' there in a chair I'm sittin' on a bench, right, so that you can't see me there from the backdoor window. And he knocks and I wait 'til he knocks again and about half a minute he knocks again. And I stand up and I move around the table. And he can't see where I've come from, right? So I just very carefully, wander over to the end of the pantry there and I waved to him to come on in. And he tries the door handle. And it's locked. And he tried the key and he opens the door.

And you see, cause I'm smart right, I'm bakin' a cake.

*laughs*

You know? *Ha ha ha ha*

I'm bakin' a cake, so the house; it smells like hot sugar, you know, and hot fat because of the butter in the cake. And it smells heavenly and I've got the kettle on to simmer so the water is already hot. I just have to turn the flame on full. And it'd be boilin' over. So I'm makin' him a cup of tea and I'm makin' me a cup of tea.

And I go to the fridge, right? And instead of crackin' the door open like normal, right? I'm not crackin' the door open --I'm opennin' the fridge ALL d'way! So he can see what's inside it beside me, right? And I reach in and I grab the bottle of milk and there's another bottle of milk behind it and there's another bottle of milk beside that 'un!

You see what I'm doin', there? I'm showin' him that I can provide, you know, that there is food to eat. And I got a big hunk of lamb in there, you know, cause it's Saturday at noon and for Sunday dinner we're gonna have lamb. You know, cook somethin' up for Sunday dinner, you know, just a really big dinner not like a 'Tea'. And so, I've got the good china up in the cabinets, there up on the shelves, but I've got the everyday stuff down.

And I say, "You know it's really close to lunchtime. Have you had any lunch yet?"

And he shakes his head no.

So, I say, "Well would you fancy somethin, you know, medium-heavy?" Cause it is like, I haven't been to work for it bein' Satyrday, so he's had now't but a sandwich from me since supper last night. I mean he's eaten what he could eat but he hasn't had anything of mine. So I'm figurin' he might be hungry.

And so I say, "You know, I could make you up a couple of eggs."

And he nods real eager like. And he's gotten his nose goin' a mile a minute. His nose is just sniffin' everythin'. It's just really sniffin every damn thing. Takin' in all the odors you know? I don't know how much it smells like mom and dad anymore, but it does smell of me cookin', you know. But I don't know how much it smells of me family, what's gone.

I've got you know, samples of their fur and samples of their hair, you know, inside a glass frame. It's all, you know, protected and everythin, but I don't ever open it up, not anymore anyway.

I'm doin' me best. I breakin' out, you know, a quarter pound of bacon. I'm gettin' things goin' and he's sniffin' around and he's getting' use to the place and he starts, you know, squirmin' in his chair. Cause he doesn't want to get behind a table and get in the bench, see' Cause he's smart, he wants to be able to have a place to go, you know, if things get kinda crazy. --Watchin' his escape route. Cause that's what he's worried about, he's worryin' about, "If somethin' goes crazy --where am I gonna hide?" If somethin' goes crazy... You know? He has to have an out. So I'm real careful not to move between him and the door, right, but he's closed the door and he's locked it behind himself comin' in.

So I wander over and I unlock the door and go back to the cooker. And I'm cookin' up six eggs and a quarter pound of bacon and stuff. And it must smell 'eavenly because I can tell from his nose is twitchin'' And he's runnin' his tounge out over his muzzle, y' see? Cause he's leakin', 'you know, cause it smells real good to somebody who's hungry. His tummy knows there's gonna be food.

So by this time I've cooked up a fair omelet, I mean it's set all the way through and stuff. And because I don't know how hungry he is, I put cheese in his half, I ask him though, 'You like cheese, right'?

He nods. He's been gettin' cheese in his sandwiches but I didn't know at first whether or not he was eatin' it. He could have been takin' it out of sandwiches but I wouldn't know,... Right? See?

So I put cheese in his half and I get out the 'everyday' china and I put his on a big plate and I snag three slices of bacon for me, 'n th' rest for him, and I cut the omelet in half and I give him the half with cheese.'

Ok, okay, I cheated a little bit. I took a little bit of the cheese, you know, like a little sixteenth of the cheese section. Gave him a little sixteenth without cheese but it wasn't like a quarter or anythin', it was an sixteenth. It was just a little bit so I could have some of the cheese. And so I put it down in front of him, you know, there's silverware out, you know, paper napkin and everythin'.

And he knew how to use the napkin.

He had his manners, did he and he knew how to use the knife and fork, you know. In the right hands and everythin'! And he didn't hold his fork like it was some kind a tent stake. He held it in his paws like he was cultured and everythin', so I figured he had a good upbringin'. And he talked a'right, you know, like I do and that's fine. That's fine, you know? Cause I'm workin' folks. I don't have to put on a bunch of airs and stuff and talk all 'Eaton'. We just sat there and he tucked in right nice, and 'en it disappeared.

See? That's what it was.

He ate with me there and I ate with him and he had his tea with sugar, no cream though. And so he was civilized --just not real civilized, --you know, kinda like rough around the edges.

But it was good, it was really good. I mean havin' somebody sittin' there at table. Even if they weren't sayin' anythin', I wasn't sayin' anythin'. As soon as he had a plate cleared, which was about the same time I got done with my plate, he stood up all sudden like and he grabbed the plate and the silverware and the tea cup and he stepped it over to the sink. And he quick stepped it over and put the stuff in the sink and he bolted out the door.

And as he went out the door he said, 'Thanks.'

And just before he got the door closed I had the presence of mind to say, "Dinner's at seven!" Thinkin' he would come back, but he didn't.

I sat up all night, waitin' for him. Sittin' there in the easy chair, in the livin' room, watchin' through the doorway. But he didn't come in.

Sunday mornin', very early, I'm sleepin' there in the chair and I hear the knock. I heard a knock at the door.

And there he is. And I wave and he uses his key to come in. And before he gets in through the pantry I cross over to me sister's room. And you know I've got it decorated nice. It's not all girly; it's got some flowery wallpaper, ok. Ok, I'll grant you it's not all butch and everythin' like that. It's not got wood paneling and elk antlers up there or anything, but it's nice, it's done very tastefully. You know it's a quiet pattern not bright red poppies or anythin'.

And I open the door and I step into the bedroom,

"You can have the other room, but it's upstairs, if you want. But this one is near to the door so you can come and go as you please. You can come in and out anytime as long as you are alone and don't bring anybody in with ya'. No mates."

And he nods.

And we sit down, and I offer him, "What do you want?" And we a large evening of small talk and us each a brandy. And it's all goin' good, see? And after I've got one little, tiny, brandy in him, the floodgates open and he just wants to tell me so much,

"Thank you." And how everything is really, really good and how he really appreciates it.

He cocks his head to the side and says, "I won't be any trouble, see? But I would like, if, you know, could I take a shower?"

I say, "Sorry lad, we don't have a shower but you can have a bath. We've got a big ole tub. It's big enough for me, you know, mom being a cow and everything and needing a fair bit of space to lounge in."

I didn't tell him about the wallow out back because, well, you know what I mean? What fox is gonna want to use a wallow? So, I didn't do that.

"Uh, there we go," I said, pointing in'na bathroom showing it to him.

And I started up running the bath for him.

I said, "There's plenty of hot water. Don't have to worry about it. If you want to top it off with some more hot, you just do that."

And that's the way it worked. For the whiles anyway.

He was being a real room mate. He was never there but when I was ---

He'd be there in the afternoon, and leave when I left for work, and he'd show up again, as I was comin' in from the night at work. Of a morning he'd have breakfast waiting for me when I'd get up; tea and eggs, and bacon, maybe roasted tomatoe, some apple sauce and some toasted bread sliced thick, with marmelade. And I'd make up some dinner to mid-day, or a fine feast of a week's end, noon. And he wouldn't always be for talkin' but he was fine company in that he would listen should I wish to talk. And he did the breakfast and all the dishes that we made, and I did the shopping and all the week's end cooking. We each did our own laundery. And he kept the house from being hollow and empty feeling of an evening. And he never had any into the house what I saw, and sometimes he's be gone all day. He was still shy of me, it seemed. But he were friendly enough he were. And as good an roomer as I could imagine.

On me Honoring Ceremonies there wasn't much I could fault him for; he was there, and stood with me as I did Honor for my kin, even if it was a long one, like for me sister.

And he was what I had for a family through the end of Spring and all Summer, all Autumn, he was there, and a fine friend, and so handsome, I thought. ...

And that's the way it was.