Interview with Stan Kozlowski, from 'Building The Sky', Page 191 posted:

"Nobody really liked sittin' next to the fox, so everyday they took turns. It was the stink, I guess, but something more, too. Like the way it never turned and looked at ya, just stared off across the city. What the hell was it thinkin' about? Or maybe it was the way it inched closer and closer when you weren't watchin', when you was mindin' yer own business. It start out about five feet or so from ya, just sittin' and starin', and you'd eat your lunch. You look over, and it seemed like it was a little closer, but maybe you was just seein' things. So you eat yer lunch, gassin' with the guys, and when you finish up and close the lunch pail and look, bam! There it was, right next to ya. Never did nothin', just stared, and when lunch was over, it got up and went wherever it went when we was workin'.

"Did I mention the stink? Yeesh! Don't know what it was, but sure no fox in the woods stank like that! No one really knew where it came from. Just showed up one day, like it just came out of the blue sky up there. Just started sittin' while we ate. We mostly ignored it, since it seemed to do the same 'bout us. 'Cept one fella. See the guy next to the fox in the picture? That was Joe O'Brien. We called him 'The Stewed Mick', on account he was a drunk Irishman! Anyway, Joe hated sittin' next to the fox when it was his turn. You can see it on his face. Boy, I bet he got good and tight that night! I think that fox thing drove him nuts, though. He hated it, hated sittin' by it, hated the way it stared at nothin', hated that he couldn't figure out where it came from or none of that. He went nuts, over a year or so of bein' around it.

"One day, it's lunch time, and we're sittin' and eatin' like usual, and the fox is there, like usual. And Joe is just lookin' at it, real hard, like he's tryin' to think it out of existence or what have ya. And then he screams at the top of his lungs, somethin' I don't quite remember. Don't think it was real words, anyway. He gets real close to the fox, yellin' and yellin'. The fox don't turn around, though, doesn't even blink so far as I could see. And then Joe just stands up and falls forward. Just like that, he swan dives all the way to the ground. Almost hits the foreman, Charlie Grace. Charlie had nightmares after that, let me tell you. Well, after that day, well, the fox, he don't show up no more. Don't know if it had somethin' in for Joe, or maybe just anyone of us, and when it got one it was satisfied and ran off.

"Or maybe, I've thought sometimes, just maybe, the fox didn't want to hurt nobody, and the thought that it made Joe jump, well, maybe that fox didn't like that and just couldn't show it's face no more. I don't know. Well, that's my story."

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Found 4 of 'em. Did I miss any?

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Oldsrocket_27 posted:

Found 4 of 'em. Did I miss any?

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