<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:39:28.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fredrick the Fox</title><subtitle type='html'>One cold winter day I was struck by a car and left by the side of the road for dead.
I was rescued byt Gaia. I now live with her at the Xavier mansion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429.post-115678407344492388</id><published>2006-08-28T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:54:33.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went to Washington thinking the demon soldiers had readied another attack. I knew they hadn't... I still had a little bit of the telepathic link Gaia had put in me before, that had been activated again for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped up on Cyclops's shoulder, "Cyke, they're not there. We should really go back to New York."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a sarcastic glance, "Yes, go where our radar says there isn't any problem... That sounds right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It didn't cross your mid that this could be a trick to lead us away from what's really going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, and I don't see why you think that. What more is there in New York for Gaia to get at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is there in Washington?" I jumped off his shoulder and sat right in front of him blocking his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He raised an eyebrow and shoved me aside with his foot, "Look Fred, this isn't up for discussion. We've had no other sign to go to New York other than you wanting to." He walked into the crowd of other heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmpf&lt;/em&gt;, I thought, &lt;em&gt;looks like I'll have to take another approach&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That Carol woman was sitting near by in the carrier’s lounge, deep in discussion with Storm on what must be done. "She's the one who got the signal..." I whispered. I crept over to her under the table. There was a small metallic box with a screen on it that was giving a faint flashing on the seat next to her. That must have been where she was following the signal from. I slunk over took the tracer and slipped away with it in my mouth... Just to let you know...Metal doesn't taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some fooling around with it, and reconfigured the signals so they would appear to becoming from New York. I snuck back over and put the little box back down beside Carol. It was flashing brightly now because of it's new co-ordinates, but she didn't seem to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmph" I grunted and jabbed her in the leg with my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh!" she looked down as I darted away. She looked at the radar box for a moment with a puzzled expression on her face.&lt;br /&gt;"Hold up everyone! Signal's not coming from Washington anymore!  Turn the carrier around!"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone began to run around hurriedly as the ships direction changed course.&lt;br /&gt;Across from me Cyclops gave me a suspicious look, but I turned away and curled up on the nearest seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in New York quite soon. You can read about the accounts we had there &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;an &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of her battle with Vegeta, she looked into the crowd and spotted me. Her face changed for an instant and then I could hear her in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank-you, old friend, for bringing everyone to me. Were it not for you, I may not have extracted the information I received here today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She winked and I felt a little shiver go over me. She faded into nothing and everyone gathered together trying to decide what to do next. Elixir looked down at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa little dude, what's with the new doo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New doo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran over and look in a car hubcap near by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5073/2232/200/fred-dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22000429-115678407344492388?l=fredthefox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/115678407344492388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22000429&amp;postID=115678407344492388' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/115678407344492388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/115678407344492388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-saw-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429.post-115618271344096895</id><published>2006-08-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:51:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been hiding for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly in Scott's backpack....or whatever he has with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening, but I miss Gaia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had anything but a hard lemon candy for 2 weeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fur is all matted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go find Wolverine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he can help me find Gaia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nose is probably better then mine right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can't, I'm sure someone around here must help me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22000429-115618271344096895?l=fredthefox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/115618271344096895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22000429&amp;postID=115618271344096895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/115618271344096895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/115618271344096895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-hiding-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429.post-115180188653061354</id><published>2006-07-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:24:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had adventures in space for a while on my way back from Hankor. I got bored and decided to come home. Met some aliens, pretty cool guys. Anyway when I got back I crash landed my tiny-spaceship-like-thing into the roof of the White House which was conveniently the location of the X-Men's current escapade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I popped out and found myself face to face with Cyclops. I don't like him much. Creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Hullo,"&lt;/span&gt; I said cheerfully, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"what are you doing up here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Trying to stop her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*insert Jean here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Ah, I see. Any luck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What does it look like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Don't get cocky with me now; I was only trying to be friendly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Look Fred, I don't have time to be talking to you right now. I have a team to lead and a wife to de-crazy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Uh-huh..."&lt;/span&gt;I said looking over the span of the lawn, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"colorful choice of words, but it looks to me that your team has no intention of being led by you at the moment."&lt;/span&gt; I motioned to Storm who was below obviously belting out orders to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Damn it! She keeps doing that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Better go stop her than, shouldn't ye'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked hesitant and I raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. He pelted down to the group of people from his perch atop the roof with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*foof*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't stand be around him too much,"&lt;/span&gt; I muttered. I surveyed the roof trying to decide on the best way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Humph...that's funny. I don't see a heat vent up here-why's it so hot all of a sudden?"&lt;/span&gt; I glanced over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*'tis Jean*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Oh, it's you. I haven't seen you in a while Jean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Pitiful worm! I will-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Which reminds me, I haven't seen Emma in a while either..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Emma?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Huh? Oh-You know. That psychic girl that always dresses in white and was apart of the Hellfire Club? You should remember her, she did ruin your marriage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"She slept with Scott? Psychic affair? You know! Sheesh, I wasn't even here when it happened and I know about it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Scott..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Yes, with Emma. They slept together and you caught them or something-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"EMMA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Yes...I believe she's in England right now...Something to do with world domination-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"EMMA!!! SCOTT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she flew off the roof in a fiery frenzy. She dive-bombed Scott and threw a fireball at him and then went flying off in a northeasterly direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't get far. She crashed into a barrier Gaia had put up and Rogue went flying into her delivering a devastating punch. She got up again to have Bobby and Mr. McCoy come bounding over to her. Using the limited telepathy I have I sought the reasoning behind their daring action. Something to do with the old team. Oh well. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Well...see ya later Jean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22000429-115180188653061354?l=fredthefox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/115180188653061354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22000429&amp;postID=115180188653061354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/115180188653061354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/115180188653061354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-adventures-in-space-for-while-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429.post-114504909196853323</id><published>2006-04-14T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:11:31.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemablend.com/moviereviews/images/xmen2/trailer/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemablend.com/moviereviews/images/xmen2/trailer/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemablend.com/moviereviews/images/xmen2/trailer/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cinemablend.com/moviereviews/images/xmen2/trailer/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine took the remote away from me when I was watching "Jerry Springer" (don't judge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22000429-114504909196853323?l=fredthefox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/114504909196853323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22000429&amp;postID=114504909196853323' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/114504909196853323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/114504909196853323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-hiding.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429.post-114471614349507782</id><published>2006-04-10T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:42:48.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Visionary Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/visionary-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You have great vision and can be very insightful.In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22000429-114471614349507782?l=fredthefox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/114471614349507782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22000429&amp;postID=114471614349507782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/114471614349507782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/114471614349507782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-are-visionary-soulyou-are-curious.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429.post-114256825763884361</id><published>2006-03-16T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:04:17.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vghfgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22000429-114256825763884361?l=fredthefox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/114256825763884361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22000429&amp;postID=114256825763884361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/114256825763884361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/114256825763884361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/2006/03/vghfgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429.post-113935900054437869</id><published>2006-02-07T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:36:40.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5073/2232/1600/100%20pairs%20of%20lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5073/2232/320/100%20pairs%20of%20lips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a flannel to wash my face,&lt;br /&gt;When it gets mucky I feel disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like horicks?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like chips?&lt;br /&gt;I've got 100 pairs of lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;Credit to David Firth- this is not mine. It doesn't make sense but I like it. Incase you're wondering (because I know I was) horlicks are a type of low fat chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22000429-113935900054437869?l=fredthefox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/113935900054437869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22000429&amp;postID=113935900054437869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/113935900054437869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/113935900054437869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-got-flannel-to-wash-my-face-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22000429.post-113917145728998290</id><published>2006-02-05T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:48:34.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shady-shores.com/early%20morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A new Sun rises up in the brilliant crimson sky,&lt;br /&gt;The moon in her cloak of darkness has fled the vivid light &lt;a href="http://www.shady-shores.com/early%20morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.shady-shores.com/early%20morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the radiance breaks through so do desires and hopes high&lt;br /&gt;Dread, dismay, and fright have all drained away with the night.&lt;br /&gt;The birds sing and chatter, we know dawn has come,&lt;br /&gt;Flowers turn to face heaven in all of its glory,&lt;br /&gt;Woodpecker greets day on his thick tree trunk drum&lt;br /&gt;All of nature awakens to start a brand new story&lt;br /&gt;A young child rejoices and leaps into the day,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the possibilities and fun to be had,&lt;br /&gt;Not caring of woe, letting come what may&lt;br /&gt;No sorrow can burden him, he knows not of sad&lt;br /&gt;He joins the wind in its dance of new celebration,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in the new air with all the rest of creation&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22000429-113917145728998290?l=fredthefox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/feeds/113917145728998290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22000429&amp;postID=113917145728998290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/113917145728998290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22000429/posts/default/113917145728998290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-new-sun-rises-up-in-brilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred the Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077183157754057156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/Gaia-/fred-dark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
