frestus-silvanicus

Over. I'm not some kind of fascist.

The animals I think. It was amazing being surrounded by so many different kinds of wild animals. A lot of them weren't that afraid of humans, or at least weren't that afraid of me, so I hung out with them and watched them.

The family of foxes especially, I miss. They were very skiddish at first but there is nothing more curious than a fox. I think I was about 12 at the time.

Anyways every evening I'd sit out in this large field behind our house where they always played. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister who was injured and acted as babysitter for the three kits.

At first they didn't know what to think of me and played at the other end of the field. Before long though the kits got curious and kept getting closer and closer.

Eventually mom decided if the kits were so interested in me she'd better check me out. One evening she started circling me. I sat absolutely still. She did a spiral and kept getting closer and closer.

Eventually she was about a foot away and was just staring at me. Then she suddenly nipped at my boot, tugged it a little, and ran off.

After that all the foxes kept getting closer and closer to me until they didn't seem to care. I could reach out and touch them briefly, they'd sleep right next to me. It was amazing.

His beard, mustache, long hair, and horrifying amounts of body hair put Nigel to shame. However he doesn't have the oh-so seductive voice of Tim Curry which is a real disappointment.

http://imgur.com/T7kos

Oh much much happier.

You tend to be pretty trim when you spend most of your time saving lives and wrestling bears.