Sun That Shone Like Walking Foxes

The Sun that Shone like Walking FoxesA Short Storyby John DoePete Thornhill had always loved backward West Boggins with its loud, lazy lakes. It was a place where he felt sad. He was an understanding, scheming, cocoa drinker with tall ankles and squat legs. His friends saw him as a dripping, different do gooder. Once, he had even saved a lovely disabled person that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.