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A Pair of Red Foxes


I was helping my grandmother clean one of the rooms one day and casually glance out the window at the clearing behind our house. I saw movement at the edge of the tree line. Suddenly whatever it was came out into the clearing, a red fox, and following behind it was its mate.

Chasing one another and playing, I told my grandmother, “Look, red foxes.”

She looks up to see what I was staring and smiling at. “They must have a den close by,” she says.

It was a few years ago when I first heard what I thought was a panther. I was in the backroom, rocking Dublin to sleep; she was about a month old. Laying her down in her crib I decided to check my email real quick before going to sleep myself. Then I heard a loud screaming sound in the distance, behind our house. It got closer and closer and then it got quiet. Suddenly I heard it again, but even louder and it sounded like it was right in our backyard. I had remembered what a panther scream sounded like as I heard one on our family’s homestead when I was a little girl, and I thought that was what I was hearing now. I quickly got up and woke grandma telling her there was a panther in our backyard.

“It isn’t a panther, go back to bed,” she said. Just then it screamed again.

“Call the police,” Grandpa hollered at me from his room.

“No, don’t call them, they’re only going to laugh at you and think you’re crazy,” Grandma said with a laugh.

“Well, what do I do then?”

“Go back to bed. You can’t do anything, its outside.” It screamed again outside, but a little further away.

“That isn’t a panther,” Grandma claimed.

“It sounds like it.” I peer through the window blinds, trying to catch a glimpse of this creature.

“It’s that red fox calling for its mate.” She rolls back over, pulling the covers back up to her neck.

I walk out of her room, pulling the door quietly behind me. “Did you hear that thing grandpa?” I ask, peaking into his room.

“Yeah, I did.”

“What do you make of it?”

“I don’t know.”

I went back to the computer and quickly searched the internet for sounds a red fox makes and sounds a panther makes and I found both; they sound so much alike. I understood how I got confused.

I laugh at those little foxes as they play on the hillside behind our house, thinking back to the first time I heard them. I will always remember that night and I think grandma will to. She always has me tell this story to others when they visit. I enjoy sharing the memories I’ve had with my grandpa. This month it’ll be two years since we’ve lost him. It still seems like it was yesterday. Today we laid my Uncle to rest. I’m sure the both of them are together now, telling good stories like old times.

I’m not a true Southerner


I’m not a true Southerner. That’s right, I’m not. At least that’s what someone told. I was born here, in Arkansas but I grew up all over the states. Before I graduated high school, I had lived in five states and had been to twelve different schools. Since then, i added three more states to that list before returning back to Arkansas. I was a military brat, and then I joined the service myself. The US Navy took me all around. At times I wished that I had stayed in just for the travel, but I had to get out because it was just too political.

Why am I not a true Southerner? I hate cole slaw, potato salad, tuna salad, in fact anything followed by the word salad. I only watch the first few laps of NASCAR and the last laps. I honestly don’t understand other than left turn, left turn, left turn for how many laps? I do know what the flags mean and how fast the cars can go. But that’s it. I don’t know anything else about it. Once upon a time I knew a few of the drivers by their car numbers, but I haven’t watched it in years and can see that the cars, numbers, and drivers have changed.

Baseball on the other hand is something I know a little more about. When I was growing up, I was a die-hard Atlanta Braves fan, collecting every card, knowing who was playing that day, their jersey numbers, first, middle, and last name. I even knew their birthdays and stats, what position they played, and who was batting and when. My sister Jaci went as far as to know who they were married to and how many children they had and their names. We kept up with who was traded and to where, and who the newbies were. Now days, I’ll only glance at a game if there’s nothing else on.

Something else I don’t like, catfish. I’d rather have Salmon or maybe some Icelandic Cod. I don’t like to hunt, nor have I ever been. I fish now and then and have even been deep sea fishing.

Oh yeah, is camo really a color? My sister goes crazy for camo decorated everything. She’s more of a country girl than I am. I must’ve been in the city too long. She cannot pass by a Bass Pro shop without going inside.

I don’t use the word’s Ya’ll or Ain’t. I do have a bit of a southern accent, that’s from living here for a while. I imagine if I were to move away, possibly somewhere up North, it wouldn’t take me long before I have a Yankee accent.

I think the only thing I really love that come from this state is the Razorbacks. It didn’t matter where I was living; I always rooted for the HOGS! I love football and have come to know the sport a lot more. Now I start going crazy if I know my team is playing and I can’t watch the game.

I honestly don’t know what really makes you a true Southerner or a true Yankee, but home is where ever you plant your feet. I’ve lived in Arkansas most of my life and know a lot of it’s history. I can tell you what city to visit and what attractions they have that you might be interested in. Maybe I’m not a true southerner, but I am an Arkansan.