(Hmm, judging by my calculations, it's time to ask for monthly votes, please vote!)
When Xiao Xue and I got home, we were greeted with a rather spectacular scene: a golden fox, larger than an average private car, was running wildly around the large central tree in the yard as if it were having a fit. Dirt and debris flew everywhere, and given that this fox weighed at least a ton, whenever it bounded around, it felt like a small earthquake. Next to the path it made circles in, there was a heap of clay tablets of various shapes and sizes, mixed with pieces of broken pottery. It looked for all the world like it had just demolished someone's house.
