Cat in the window
The voluptuous naked woman with the FOX mask sits at a window feeling the warmth of the sun, watching the movement of the leaves in the gentle breeze. The vision is a quandary, like when you see a cat sleeping on a windowsill you never know if the cat is happily content or waiting to be let out of a locked house.
It is impossible to know if the voluptuous naked woman with the FOX mask is content or is pretending to be content. If asked, or indeed without even asking there is a list of complaints but then it may be difficult to know if the complaints are voiced to free the soul, or if they are born of a deep grudge.
All we can know about the voluptuous naked woman with the FOX mask sits at the window, sits and waits at the window, watches nature, or longs for nature.
The tannoy intones: THE CRAB AND THE FOX WILL NOW BEGIN.
I think the voluptuous naked woman with the FOX maskisses conversation.
