Meet Emilia Fuchsenschwanz
Every Lady needs a stole now and again. You may – or may not – be aware that a stole is a fox-skin worn as a scarf. You see, the problem is for the hunt saboteur who is of course, anti-hunting. Even the fur shaved from a fox would be unkind. I would not wish a fox to be running around naked. It would be indecent for one thing. The only reasonable alternative was to wear a live fox.
This necessitated catching one, or in my case attempting to own one. It quickly escalated to some interesting problems and her escape. This is the tale:
Brian, who is a friend of mine found my stole on his doorstep one morning, and thought of sending another home with it. It? No! Not, “it” I should have said “her“!
You must understand that whilst as an ordinary human being, I travel second class. I may be upper middle class, but that matters not a whit to a stole. However, Emilia, my stole having come from the renown Brandenburgerfuchsundstoleakademie zu Berlin, expects a lifestyle somewhat more fitting to her needs, not mine. So when travelling with my stole, then it is necessary for me to upgrade my seat to first class, and when travelling overseas ensure that the cabin is next door to the captain’s quarters in order that my stole feels at ease with the situation.
So you can imagine that travelling with Emilia can get expensive.
Now couple that to a fox’s natural ability to walk and run, then this of course offers different problems because of the local poultry population. There have been several occasions when I have had to pay for a number of poultry carcasses that were mauled in the characteristic manner of a Brandenburgerfuchsundstoleakademie zu Berlin stole. They were so cleanly plucked and beautifully prepared as to be ready to put in the oven directly.
That I had other plans for dinner that night made no difference to my stole, Emilia. The brussels sprouts and potatoes had also been found along with two bottles of Chateau de Mouton de Rothschild. They would have cost a fortune had my stole actually bought them rather than getting them as the result of a favour earned before she came into my employ. In short, a stole trained as a sous chef and wine cellar manager can be something of a nuisance at times, especially when they had failed the household planning training.
The resulting meal was well worth the effort, and serving my stole in the manner to which she has become accustomed to (silver cutlery, cut crystal decanters, silver candlesticks, etc) took quite a while. Even the remains were very tasty, because that is all she left me.
You will appreciate that Emilia has a three bedroom coat hook, with central heating, fitted bathroom, kitchen and of course the necessary wine cellar. Yours truly is employed to clean the place, when allowed.
In short, owning a stole of this quality and nature is no mean affair, and costs considerably more than I earn. Goodness, I did try to encourage her to stay with you … G xx