Fig 12.9 The Alarm Bark
See the gentle curve of the sun rising against his back, in opposition to
how Abigail rests in the background pressed up to the window. This is the
perfect example of a morning interrupted. Something birdlike about her, a
rooster, only she is a “nearly extinct crab-eating fox,” her paws always in
shells, always. Outside of Fig 12.9, this brother and sister on the beach in
vintage swimwear share a towel.

Fig 3.19 The Vixen’s Wail
Here there is an I, “often occuring between widely spaced foxes.” The I
finds the ocean, but never both siblings tanning themselves, only Abigail
playing backgammon with her shadow. A significant absence of him in
the way the seashells do not sound like the sea.

Fig 2.6 Gekkering
There is something stuck in his throat, “like a football rattle or a stick
along a picket fence.” See the way his chin is cupped in his sister’s hands,
and Abigail knows she will not see him again. The insert in the lower-left
hand corner of the diagram, there exists the I.

Fig 8.2 Wow-wow-wow
Here, your brother sounds like a child, “but at closer range resembles a
muffled cough.” A red fox is a fire engine which he races in the gardens
at sunset. “A cub is greeted with the quietest version of sound,” never
hunting in packs, the entire world in his fox’s hole.

05/06/2008

Author's Note: researched foxes on the wiki and each of the sections titled is the name of the different sounds foxes make.

Part of a series. See also:
1. Abigail, it is raining.
2. a real fine parade, your sister and I
3. An array of maps
5. correspondence

Posted on 05/06/2008
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