QUETZA'S NOTES: The context of Anon G's comic: "As today's Cross Country practice ended, and I was coming back from the long run of the day (about 6 miles) I almost crashed into this little fox that reached no farther than my knee. That's not even the cool part of it. This fox who we knew lived around the industrial area of town (I had dubbed it Bruce II) was so used to people that I was able to crouch down and pet it. It sniffed around until it realized that I had no food and scampered off, but not before the two freshmen that were a ways down the road saw the exchange in complete awe and envy."