This fox is dead. It was in our garden yesterday. In the cold morning it was already swarming with flies. A barrage of hitherto unasked questions started flowing from Eli - why is it dead, how do you get dead, etc?

When I left for work Eli was on my old mobile pretending to call the Council to get them to take it away. "Hello. Yes. We got a dead fox. You come get it? Ok. Thank you. Bye".