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The Rain that Hammered like Sleeping FoxesA Short Storyby Mr PseudonymDick Bond was thinking about Gregory Donaldson again. Gregory was a modest animal with hairy thighs and brunette lips. Dick walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved old-fashioned Upper Boggington with its unsteady, uneven umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ecstatic.