From Russia with love. Bruce was away for awhile, but brought back chocolate and Valentine's wishes : ) He also gave me an edible fruit arrangement knowing that I have to control myself with the calorie intake. I have to say I dipped into the fruit right away--it wasn't totally sin free some of the strawberries and apples were dipped in chocolate. Does he know how to please me or what? What he gets from me is a quiet evening at home. After being in Russia and eating out all the time, that's just what he needs.
"Nothing's perfect," sighed the fox. "My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens; people hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike. So I'm rather bored. But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me, wheat is no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat..."
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