Fox Biddable (5)

   
   "Fox Biddable (5)"
   
   Healing Eagle was smoking organic tobacco; plus, sipping on some green tea with a kiss of spearmint at his little shanty south of Nashville.  Jenny McGee approached his picnic table presence, having humbly driven her economically-inclined Honda over to the Cherokee's mundane habitat.  She took a seat next to him, and he offered her a puff; next, she took one, coughed her inexperience, and handed the lung dart back to the true Native of America.
   "I loathe monkeys."  Healing Eagle stated out of nowhere.  "My Uncle, Swift Rabbit, had one, keeping it in a cage in the kitchen.  All it did was masturbate and scream at you; moreover, eat FRUIT LOOPS and crap everywhere.  The Canidae culture is loyal, like you, and birds are messengers and healers, as is the platinum dove, part of the Great Spirit Itself, being released by Noah's altruistic and water-washed hands."
   "So, I'm a dog, huh?"  Jenny asked, with a snorting giggle.
   "Every dog has its day, and a good dog just might have two--that's from Pynchon."  Healing Eagle said bluntly.
   Jenny's garnet green eyes, like unto the healing vibrations of the physician of God, Saint Raphael, glared intensely at Healing Eagle, and her kissable mouth opened, asking:  "How did you learn so much without education?"
   Healing Eagle responded, looking away from her, skywards, into the azure noon:  "Like Jesus Himself, I listened to my elders and soul-washed myself into remembering everything.  And--you do look calmly cunning with that Joan of Arc haircut.  A little asymmetrical around the ears, but you were drinking firewater when you camouflaged yourself with the swiftness of scissors."
   "I'm getting my hidden fox on--thanks to you."  Jenny said, smiling sweetly.
   Healing Eagle exhaled the smoke, sending his praise to the Heavens, the smoke having coated his soul, and now rocketed upwards to the high-tower, giving internal and external praise for being able to be a philosophical pedagogue to such a fine fox.