It was the annual fox hunting day in the field. We were running through the rows of cabbage crops chasing the purple foxes as they ran with a Cheshire cat smile on their face. As I stretched my hand out to catch one young and brilliant purple fox it turned around and winked at me like it was some trick. I found myself inside an empty train car with my hand still stretched out.
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