Wagon Sketch

The armored car rolled smoothly along an uneven track, bringing the Foxes closer to the wall of the gloomy-green forest, to the boundary of the Ancient Land. Which they left yesterday in such a hurry.

On the starboard side there was an insolent fox face, it shed in the sun, partly worn off and seemed to wink slyly to passers-by. Although not a single passerby has met today.

A little to the left of the grinning fox darkened a small and deep barred window with a curtain of green peas and an armored latch, now thrown back upstairs. From the window snaked snaked into the shell the chain with an anchor, shot with one unlucky fishing boat. Further on the starboard side were captured trophy shields, which the Fox had been building up the last months and hung on its side of its lair on wheels as decoration - and intimidation.