As reported via CNN, a 5-year-old boy in Kingstown, North Carolina grabbed a rabid fox by the neck and pinned it to the ground during a family cookout. The boy then held the fox at bay until his stepfather could kill it. "I wanted to protect my little brother," said Rayshun McDowell, who battled the fox in the front yard of his home Sunday.
The fox bit Rayshun in the leg, but the 61-pound-boy held the animal down for more than a minute. His stepfather, Ryan Thompson, then pulled the boy off the animal and kicked it. A neighbor fired a handgun three times but the fox continued to advance. Finally, Thompson, wearing a cast because of a broken leg, used a stick and his crutch to beat the fox to death. Meanwhile, afterwards the boy only asked for a Band-Aid and didn't complain of any pain.
I think it's admirable that this very brave young man sought to defend his family from a rabid fox at the family cookout so kudos to him. However, 61 pounds at five years old? Isn't that freaking huge? I don't think I weighed 61 pounds until I was like 8-year-old and I was a tall kid. I'm thinking perhaps the kid just fell on the fox.
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I'm a French-named, speed-reading, former public policy analyst now trapped in the body of a Asian-American fashion executive. I've ridden elephants in Sri Lanka, imbibed snake venom in China, skiied the Italian Dolomites, eaten barbecue in Pakistan, travelled to every state except North Dakota, visited 28 out of 32 major league ballparks, worshipped at the altar of Graceland 5 times and have shut down most of the nightclubs in Paris. That being said, I still get lost every time I go through the Lincoln Tunnel.
It's safe to say that we'd probably get along if you can truly appreciate the real beauty in...a good Peking duck, Sunday's NYT crossword, nice manners, Scrabble, Law & Order, spontaneous travel, Otoro, Jim Jarmusch, Tabasco sauce, Morrissey, Haruki Murakami, Peets coffee, Radiohead, listening to baseball games on the radio, Thievery Corporation, X-Men comics, fresh powder, Southern BBQ, Christopher Hitchens, bloomin' onions, mid-century design, the warmth of a good scotch, a great day spent fishing where you didn't catch a damn thing...
On a related note, I'd like to believe that I probably have absolutely nothing in common with another human being who really loves any of the following: pro bass fishing on tv, NASCAR, low carb Cabernet, Kathey Griffin, Microsoft, the Olsens, Applebees, Jessica Simpson, romance novels, tofu bacon, Pamela Anderson, ballet, "Survivor" or HUMMERs. Similarly, I could also never be friends with someone who mixes up "they're", "there", and "their". I will give you a smidge of credit if you know the difference between "if" and "whether". But if you leave any participles dangling, we're breaking up.
In conclusion, let me just say...
Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
(The Designater Hitter Rule has got to go)
