What Is In A Name...The fox walked down the sidewalk, looking at the humans around it. The humans seemed to be interested in the fox, though the fox couldn't understand why. There was nothing special about it that it could think of. It's orange fur was different then it's siblings' fur colors, but that didn't seem to special.Humans are strange. It decided as it continued onward. Raccoon had been right though, the smell of food was strong here. It was unlike anything else the fox had ever smelled, and made it's stomach growl in hunger. Where is the food? It wondered as it followed it's nose."Hey, George, why is there a fox out here?" The fox heard someone ask
StupidFox Just who is StupidFox? With his carefree demeanor, silly antics and, more often than not, tongue hanging out, the average reader would view StupidFox, as the name implies, as stupid. However, StupidFox is not stupid. StupidFox's cute actions are a ploy and forces the reader falls into his devious trap of disillusion with each passing comic. In fact, it is obvious that StupidFox is a devout believer in Machiavelli. For those unfamiliar with Machiavelli, it is the belief that the "ends justify the means". Why is he Machiavellian? StupidFox has countless times has harmed or taken advantage of both his "friends" and others all in the name of se
StupidFox Contest EssayProving StupidFox's intelligence, or lack thereof, would be almost impossible. While he does have moments of brightness, they are always balanced by moments of sheer stupidity. It seems difficult to see how the fox that can slap on a coat and pose as a child in costume to pilfer sweets on Halloween1 could then turn around and drink out of a toilet bowl2. The only logical answer appears to be that he is an extremely stupid fox that has anomalous moments of insight. However, while at first glance it seems impossible that someone who is smart would allow themselves to have such moments of stupidity, it is a combination that is relativ
StupidFox: Trashy Birthdays August is one of the least desirable months, where summer begins to dwindle down into fall, despite the reoccurring heat. The sunlight beat down in the suburban area, the air still, providing little to no relief for the high temperature. However, StupidFox was unfazed by the heat, sitting in a trashcan, gathering up what he thought to be very suitable trash. "What are you doing?" Raccoon asked, finding StupidFox in yet another one of his trashcans. Raccoon looked down at StupidFox from the top of the can, studying the dirt smeared on StupidFox's fur and the pieces of food or gum stuck to his pelt in a very degrading way. "I'm trying t
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