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Fox

Already an unusual day at the feather cleaning unit. First a glassy, nearly weightless bird that resembled a stork, then a goose with an underside shaped like a flowerpot. And now someone’s turned in a fox with the plumage of a kestrel. Days like these he dreams of quitting. How he’d stand in the office and utter the words, then walk to the parking lot in the pale morning and finally be free. But he also knows he won’t do it. Economically it isn't possible. He has a photo of his wife and their two children in his wallet, and, on a day like this, he takes it out and gazes at their smiling faces. It provides a certain comfort, although someone has drawn moustaches on all three of them.

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From: Forty-One Animals (2005)