The brown squirrel jumped over the lazy fox.

The brown squirrel jumped over the lazy fox.

"Hey, Mr. Fox," that squirrel turned around to say, "why the fuck you so lazy, huh?"

The fox was shocked by this. He opened his eyes and rolled over onto his back to face this unexpected accuser.

--Mr. Squirrel, man, why'd you wake me up, man?

--Foxy, this ain't no game, son. This the forrest. You ain't even realizin' that crazy animals be circling around everywhere.

Mr. Fox, truth be told, had not given this idea serious thought. He was only a few months old, and life had been pretty easy so far. There was a park nearby and humans could be counted on to regularly leave behind the most wonderful foods. As he forgot again about the threats circling around him, the squirrel addressed him again.

--Dammit, Fox. This is for serious. You can't be no lazy fox all your life. Motherfuckin' winter be coming. You ever been to the park in the snow, bitch?

Mr. Fox had never in his life seen snow, it was true.

--Fox, you need to wise up soon. Your weak ass can't just sleep while I'm fuckin' dancing above your head, fuckin' writing lyrics and dunkin' nuts. I'm a champion, but you're making this shit too easy.

With that, the little animal hopped up a tree and spiraled off into oblivion. The fox was still lying there on the ground, his head and neck awkwardly turned to the spot where the squirrel had just delivered his grave warning.