The Wily Fox.

Peter Gilbert 21.11.99.

I had occasion the other day to visit a friend who lives in a very rural setting. On my way to his house the narrow lane was semi blocked by by a bunch of louts in silly clothes on horseback, yes it was the fox hunt.    I picked my way through their 4X4's, their horses and their dogs just about managing to refrain from hurling abuse at them - well someone's got to set an example of good manners.
Arriving at my destination I went in the house and found my friend sat by a roaring fire with his wife and the local farmer.   They were all into a glass of whisky and laughing loudly.   I was invited to join them - 'Cheers.' they all said.
'What are we celebrating?' I enquired.
'The fox hunt.' bellowed the farmer.
I put my glass down.
'Oh don't be like that Peter - I don't let them on my land.'
'Yes and we've just had our annual laugh at the hunt.'
I was intrigued.
'It happens every year.' wheezed the farmer.
'The hunt?'
'Yes.'
'So what's so funny?' I queried
'The fox!' they shouted almost helpless with laughter.
'He does it every year.'
'What?' I shouted
'Well I don't let them on my land and I put all my sheep in the fields next to where they can go. When they set the fox up running, he leads them a merry dance. He runs across a couple of fields jumps a wall and goes and sits in the middle of my sheep.' the farmer explained almost helpless with laughter.
'Then the hunt arrives and we sit on the gate and laugh and laugh while the fox sits with the sheep and sticks two fingers up at them.'
'The hunt ask for permission to go on my land and I stick two fingers up as well.'
After a couple more glasses of whisky this story becomes absolutely hilarious. As various chinless wonders of the fox hunting fraternity are impersonated.
'I say old fellow let us git the forx.'
Driving back I was amused to see the hunt all packing up and moving on having spent another foxless morning.........
As a Leicester fan I can relate with this story even more and I'm pleased this crafty creature adorns our club badge.   As long as we retain our wily crafty nature we won't go far wrong.