It's unusual, nay, strange, that Waukesha County grub-feasters do not raise, kill and butcher the crafty fox as the entree. Is it a sign of the fox's cunning and trickery that he has avoided the mess-pans at the Delafield Legion Post so long? See earlier journal entry & photo of a coon-laden cafeteria-style serving pan. (Only one, we suppose, of many, prepared for the Standing-Room-Only raccoon habituated & festive diners.)Waukesha has a bridge over the river named after the fox, The FOX River. There, four foxes hold forth, two at each end of the Moreland bridge. On pedestals, even. Funny, we never hear of a FOX FEED. We're also into bears, statues a little farther down river. But no BEAR FEEDS, either.
Only the lowly, trying hard to live amidst us in peace raccoon, sublimators of their former free-range habitat, is singled out for the Legionnaires' and their friends' and customers' salivating palates. Raccoon-lovers everywhere would struggle hard to swallow a slice of raccoon. Starvation would have to be a factor.
It just goes to prove: DIFFERENT CHOKES FOR DIFFERENT FOLKS.
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