¨¨¨@¨¨¨¨@¨                                          ¨¨¨@@¨¨¨¨¨
@@¨¨¨@@¨¨¨                                          @@¨¨¨¨@@@@
@¨¨@¨¨¨¨@@                                          @¨¨@@¨¨@@@
¨¨¨¨¨@@¨¨@                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨@@
¨@@@¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨@@@@@@¨¨¨
¨¨@¨¨@@@@¨ INSIDE   ON   THE  FLOOR,   TWO  GLOWING ¨¨@@@@¨¨@@
¨¨¨¨¨¨@@¨¨ SQUARES OF  SUNLIGHT FLOODING IN THROUGH @¨¨@@¨¨¨¨¨
@@@@@¨¨¨¨¨ THE  DECORATIVE  WINDOWS. SLOWLY  MAKING ¨¨¨¨¨¨@@@@
@@@@¨¨@@@@ THEIR  WAY ACROSS THE  ROOM,  EVENTUALLY @@@@@¨¨@@@
@@@¨¨¨¨@@¨ COMING  ACROSS  HIS BODY. LIKE TWO  ARMS @@@@¨¨¨¨@@
@@¨¨@@¨¨¨¨ REACHING HIS STOMACH,  AND THEN INTO HIS ¨@@¨¨@@¨¨@
@¨¨¨¨¨¨@@¨ RIBCAGE,   GRIPPING   SOMETHING   THERE. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨@@@@¨¨¨¨                                          ¨@@@@@@@@¨
@¨¨@@¨¨@@¨ FOX   BODY  PRESSING  CLOSE.   ITS  EYES ¨¨@@@@@@¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ OPENING HIS,  ASLEEP  BUT  STARING  INTO @¨¨@@@@¨¨¨
@@@@@@@@@@ ITS PUPILS, INTO THE SURFACE OF THE SUN. ¨¨¨¨@@¨¨@@
@@@@@@@@@@                                          ¨@@¨¨¨¨¨¨@
@@@@@@@@@@                                          ¨¨¨¨@@@@¨¨
¨@@@@@@@@@                                          ¨@@¨¨@@¨¨¨
¨¨@@@@@@@¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨@@
¨¨¨@@@@@¨¨                                          ¨@@@@@@¨¨¨