The Urbane Fox.

Foxes are no longer happy to root around your bins looking for left over
pizza or chinese takeaway. They've gone up market.
Unless they see anything from the Finest Range, or Waitrose,
preferably from the organic range, they turn their noses up and walk off.

Round our way, it's quite a status symbol to have your bins
ripped up and the debris scattered across the drive.

They don't skulk around like delinquents anymore either,
it's quite common to see them drinking at the local pub, or in the
local arthouse cinema discussing Herzog.

My friend came home the other night to find a fox drinking
his 32 year old Dalmore whisky, and getting cosy with his 34 year old girlfriend. Later, his girlfriend said she hadn't had such an intelligent
and indepth discussion on the writing of Strindberg since university, and
that the fox had made her feel clever and insightful, and therefore sexy.

She and the fox are going to Salsa dancing lessons next week.