The day was clear. None of the park-goers by Loyola
University expected the rain that fell. A gathering remained, surrounding an
adoring couple. The pair knelt, as an elderly woman spoke to them. They sipped
sake as onlookers applauded. When the rain cleared, the couple walked off
together, changing back into foxes in the park’s shadows. The woman rose,
gathering the shawl that disguised her nine tails.
A young fox, disguised as a bicycle courier, took her hand.
“Beautiful wedding, my grandmother.”
“Rogers Park is kind to newcomers. I expect more foxes soon.
We should paint one of the benches.”
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