He came on friday night to visit dylan. Poor dylan must of been so scared. I thought something was up when the water in the water bottle was out and had gone into the food bowl and made it all soggy. Unfortunatly I only relized what had happened when my nieghbour brought back the hoover she had borrowed. She said the fox had got all but one of her chickens. Poor chickens. On further looking at Dylans hutch you can see where the fox tried to break in. I have now made a barrowcade just in case but he must be one humgry fox.
I'm not scared say's Dylan I'm growing into a big strong rabbit!
It took me ages to workout that I like pattern and little things in my paintings. When last year I was going through some old books I came accross this little doodle I gave my aunt, I imagine I was around ten but I'm not sure.
Much to my surprise it shows how I liked detail and pattern even then. Its strange how sometimes you need to discover what was there all along.