The Old Man laughed as Mr. Fox told him of his adventure. Mr. Fox had gone to the Fabulous Fox Theatre in St. Louis to see The Nutcracker in December before Christmas. Foxy wore his leather Outback hat and his black winter coat to the event. He had enjoyed an old-fashioned at the Theatre’s Bar before the performance. As the Theatre lights went down and the curtain went up, Foxy had a wonderful Fox Idea. He would perform in the production and dance with the mice and toy soldiers. Now this was a bit out of the ordinary, but then again, the performance was at the Fabulous Fox, and he fit the Playbill. It had been Foxy’s dream to be a theatre actor. He had read Shakespeare.

‘Look…Momie… a Fox is dancing with the mice and others,’ Jane said. ‘I do not remember a Fox in the performance when we saw it last year,’ Jane continued. ‘My goodness, he is light on his feet and has a winning smile,’ Jane observed.

‘I wonder if Mr. Fox is perhaps the producer of the production,’ Neva J said. ‘He appears to know every movement and is perfectly in sync with the music, Neva J continued. ‘In fact, he looks amazingly like my good friend Fred Fox from Giant City Woods,’ Neva J proclaimed.

‘Greetings, friends…join me for a drink in the Theatre Bar as it has been an exciting evening,’ Fred Fox said. ‘Most folks do not know that I am a creative consultant to the Ballet Company performing the Nutcracker,’ FF said with a wide Fox Smile. ‘The primary actor for the mice took sick today, and so I stepped in and, rather than put on the hot mouse costume, I chose to be myself in honor of our Fox Theatre Performance,’ FF laughed. ‘We fox think on our feet and have some wiles about us,’ FF winked. ‘We are also wild animals, but I hide my wildness very well,’ FF said as he took Neva J’s hand to enter the Bar for another Old Fashioned…