My Father’s Fox
My father had a fox.
The fox came from Michigan.
My uncle gave the fox to my father.
When we got him, he was just a month old.
He was brown in color.
We kept him in a big cage down by the barn.
He slept in a little box that I got for him.
He used to try to get out of the cage.
Sometimes he tumbled over.
The fox never bit us.
We kept him for some time.
Later my father sold him.
I do not know how much money father got for this pet fox.
I suppose the new owner wanted the fox for his beautiful fur.