Fox in Socks has been Zoe's best friend since she was one. Fox went everywhere with Zoe. That explains why Fox went from being a fluffy, red fox, to an emaciated, stuffing-gutted, dirty red fox. At one, Zoe would cuddle Fox in her crib and fall fast asleep. At two, she would randomly hold Fox in the face of strangers and shout "Fox!", leaving the strangers perplexed as to why this stinky red creature was being thurst at them. At three, she would simply carry "baby Fox" around, placing it carefully in her car seat (straps on) when we would venture into the mall. At four, Fox has been added to the missing persons registry. It was last seen swinging with the baby dragon. JR told Zoe that Fox went on a vacation, but then secretly told me that Foxy walked into the street and got run over by a car. We honestly have no idea where Foxy went, but we want him to know that he is loved and missed. And yes, we have identical replacements but they have been uniformly rejected--Faux Foxes are not for our Zoe.
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