Little foxes on the hillside,
Little foxes going yippy yappy,
Little foxes on the hillside,
and they all yip all the same.

First a brown one, then a black one,
then a red one, then a silver one,
and a gray one, and a rainbow one,
and they all yip, all the same.

(Nice big fuck you to Malvina Reynolds, the songwriter who composed Little Boxes, which I've copped for my use. :) )

So this year, for my Valentine's/Anniversary production for the  Beachfox, I decided to perform a handcraft. So I made 72 origami foxes from rainbow paper, one for every month we've been together, plus one made with the white side and drawn on for reasons known only to myself and one made white side out before I really caught on to the pattern. For giggles, I also made six simple origami fox heads, for each of the six years we've been together.

Then stuff got crazy, and I decided that they should all be put into a "nest" made of raffia inside an old milk crate from the 1950s, a la a litter of tiny paper vulpine brood.

Then stuff just got way off the deep end entirely: Here, they can be seen paying homage to their king and ruler, Puffkins the Mighty, perched atop his Power Macintosh G4 of Majesty, in front of his Bukhara Rug of Almighty Badassery. The hive mind of the paperfoxfolk is the stuff of legend.



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As a side note: paperwork is signed and ready awaiting nothing more than the notary's seal. The Beachfox and I were married from 16 February to 13 August 2004, and in the absence of the stupid law's being fixed yet, we've decided to be re-domestic-partnered from 16 February 2008 until.. you know. Whenever. :)
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