Tolle Story aus diesem ganz furchtbar ätzendem amerikanischen Haushalts-Shutdown: „A Fox Is Living on the White House Grounds and No One Can Catch It Because of the Shutdown“. Ich mag Füchse.
Illustrators of children's books, here is your next story: The U.S. government has shut down and the woodland creatures of Washington, D.C., use the decline in human presence to take over the grounds of the White House.
Squirrels frolic in the first lady's vegetable garden, feasting on overgrown tomato vines. Bees are left to their own devices, their waxy cells dripping with uncollected honey. The birds have a field day with plants left to go to seed. And at dusk and dawn there comes the fox, treading gingerly through the long grass of the South Lawn.